Murder Music
What it do, loc? Yeah
We up in this motherf**ker
On some murder, murder, kill, kill sh*t
Yeah (The Butcher coming, nigga)
Some real hip hop sh*t
Yo
Murder music, just for this type of sh*t they can ban us
'Cause this what they gon' play when they wipe their prints off the hammers
I'm really like that, I ain't just write this sh*t for the camera
I did in my city what Michael Vick did in Atlanta
Cash saved for insurance, them bad days wasn't for us
Still hood, roach clips in the ashtrays on my foreigns
In LA, R&B b**ch drunk with her hands around me
The night Swiss introduced me to Nas at a Grammy party
When my shrip introduced me to hard, I had grams around me
A star player never asks for the ball, they just playin' around me
Niggas heard I took a shot, they was asking if I was good
I looked the shooter right in his eyes when that trigger got pulled
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(Yeah) Yeah, murder music, murder music
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Yeah, some come through the water, some come through the border
Some of 'em get caught, but that's depending on the porter
Old niggas hidin', young niggas slidin'
I'm bein' a man, just protecting and providing
My only concern is if it cook right
My chain yellow, way the diamonds set up, it make it look white
Kill you for nothing 'cause they petty
Cut into dog food with the fetty, they young but they ready
No crowd, I get my applaud off the beats, I'm a boss
So I make sure all of us eats
Say a couple funerals will bring a war to a cease, and remember
It ain't no reward for the streets
This is not normal, Dickies suits is how we dress formal
Way I'm riding this tracks like a porno
Alright then, wassup then?
I'm bussin' every controlled substance, I've touched it
I know, it's disgusting
I'm just stacking it, call me El Guapo
And I bet you never had a brick from El Chapo
Tuesday, I just play the crib and make tacos
Lotta niggas frontin' like they nice, but they not though
Y'all spoke that up, now soak that up
They done pulled my coat, nigga, the goat got up
Wassup?
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Yo, I only got time to murder sh*t
I bang 'em while deafing both ears
While I'm making niggas blacken, rip couches and throw cheers
At times, I be unleashing a wrath that most fear
I don't discriminate, I even body close peers
See, I don't suggest that most you niggas should get to steppin' to the rear
And f**k, what most of you niggas are talk
I don't care
If you don't rep it right, you shouldn't come around here (Oh no)
Adjust one level up, make sure a nigga sound clear
They wanna stop and wanna stare (They do)
They hate that I'm the best and it's greatness in the flesh
And it's pointless to compare
You need to just grab this jewelry I write and save this sh*t on a server
They type the way that I speak, for moving space on a cursor
I'm not an advocate for violence, but push me, I'ma push it further, the script
Hand on my hip, squeezing the grip a little firmer
These dumb niggas don't realize that's it better to be a learner (Stupid nigga)
When you don't is when you get to feeling the burner
Shut the f**k up, it's better to be watchers, listeners and observers
('Cause if you not) You f**k around, that's how niggas like you get murdered
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