Murder
Luz
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Murderrr, murderr Them niggas ain't gonna ride for you when you dead homie, they just gonna get candles I be rolling down in The Bronx like its the old Iraq Six feet before you ran slow You was hungry for the beef So I let you taste my glock Fucking with me is straight suicide (ha ha ha) It's either you in or you out All my mother fuckers are sharks, wipe out I'm from the bottom, built sturdy from the bottom up, been pumping gold so I could raise the bar, and have you watch the drop I got nothing to lose (Waddup?) Pumping blood, fumando a cigar, Casanova You got niggas beating you up, bending you over and putting in work Don't be falling off, mazel tov 60 bullets, It's that gunplay They drop hard cheese, I be droppin bodies Take a nigga off life support, put him on DNR You f*ck with me, you f*ck with the greatest Let you know how this hard body, body everybody (We don't play that, we don't play that) F*ck with the flocc, we gonna have the whole range on ya blocc (You know wassup, you know Wassup) Days like this, days like this (The Queen in the building) I'll have you on the floor better yet the concrete Im sitting on my throne have you haters bowin to my feet Ill leave you to lay in the street, switch ya head wit ya feet, pop a cap, put ya face where ya chest should be, don't mess wit me, you won't get the best of me, the rest of me, will f*ck you up like ecstasy I'm gonna let you know, you don't want that beef, theirs bodies on that heat & the last nigga that tried me may his soul rest in peace It's going to be a nightmare on 60 street, WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING? Fucking little bitch (waddup gangsta?) These silly bitches don't know throwing salt adds flavor Bottles on my table, bitches on my niggas laps Money in the bank, glocks on our strap And we run the game with every move we make Making money moves, call it river bank Beef in the street, never over the computer I don't play hard to get, I play hard to forget Imma be around regardless Imma keep it 100% solid Don't worry about my life it ain't for you I always come before you, even in the alphabet (yeah baby) I always get what I want, you always get what you can They want what I got but they can't get what I have I see you hating you mad you a joke, boy My life deserve an Oscar This award winning movie Cardiac arrest, I got 6 niggas on it Keep a nigga 6 under Keep them tears coming Youuuuu…. Hear them coming… coming for yoouuu… They gonna remember me! They gonna remember me! I'm always dressed as if I were going to go see my enemies! Watch you gonna Do? Watch you gonna Do? When we come for You? Those bloody shoes, those bloody shoes That's what you gonna have before your funeral Welcome to the game My ambition as a rider, is for all mine I lay yours My temper match a cold hearted killer Drill holes in these walls Talk to me nice or you'll end up in a pool of blood talk to me nice, talk to me nice x3 Murder, Murder
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