Money N Murder

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Chris Staxxx

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Commas on commas on commas
Niggas be tweaking but they don't want drama
I will do harm to yo kids and yo mama
It's eye for an eye bitch u fuckin wit karma
Hit up my line for the drugs like the pharmacy
Staxxx got all kinda heat
blunts crossed wit Hennessey
Try me on any beat
Flow like the city street
Profit on industry
Yo bitch is into me
But I am not
Worried bout no little shit when I'm on top
I'm on my diddy shit no I won't stop
Just like a clock
I work wit my hands and I bring home that gwop gwop gwop
Bring home that gwop
Killin off niggas like I was a cop
You put ur hands up and beg me to stop
I let off these shots til yo body drop
That's murder
It's Staxxx nigga
Ona beat spittin straight facts nigga
Ride around the city all black
Keep my burner cocked back
I'll push his top back
I'll kill him
I was taught to rob then murder
If a nigga want beef
I'm bob wit the burger
I spit it
Yea they don't like how I did it
Keep a throw away
Call dat shit the hit it and quit it
If u run away
You should know my aim is terrific
ima pop u an split it
They won't know that I did it
Chose this life gotta live it
A1 since day 1
Every dog has his day can't wait til that day come
Pick up an blaze some
Don't fight I spray guns
Everybody love me like I was Raymond
Where ever u go
Remember u came from
Nothin
Nigga had to get it from hustling
Hittin niggas on the head for them drugs like concussions
Dont play wit my bread
I want it all no discussion,
Any problem I'm bussin
Ak like a Russian
Andre when I'm Drummond
3 staxxx when I'm cummin
There ain't shit to do in Vegas
But jus f*ck and get money
That's why these niggas they be hatin when they leaving wit none
Ain't my problem u aint make it nigga shouldn't have ben fronting
Buyin bottles in the club
For these bitches u stunting
On that Vegas shit
Real player shit
Fuckin wit my ho
Jus know that she was fakin it
Don't leave ya ho around me
I'll snake ya bitch
Nigga cold hearted like I'm comin outta anchorage
Yea
If u aint know that's like I'm from Alaska
All about the money like a mf pastor
Try to catch up but I already blew past ya
This a stick up, hands up Before I blast u,
It's just money and murder, murder murder murder
If i should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
Ima sin city sinner I ain't no saint
But if i die an go to hell
I accept my fate
I wake up to a brand new day
All these niggas lookin lost like a brand new face
I was always outside now I'm in this place
U wanna go lets ride I'll win that race
Like I'm white killin blacks I'll win that case
Heard he got a hunnid racks
Stuffed in that safe
Come thru masked up
Rob ya bank like Chase
F*ck around and leave ya body full of holes like lace
Ima shooter a shooter
You talkin that shit I come thru an I shoot yo medulla
I'm deadly like tumors
U talkin u talkin but me I'm too deaf to the rumors
That fake will consume u
I keep it real keep it real til the day of my funeral
No ain't no true in u
This xxx
I ain't talkin bout Roman numerals

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