Dey Want Dat Murda (feat. Kasino, Bishop317, Heart & Kid Jazz)

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Christ Watts

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Like IRS with this hustle
Cuz I'm all about that revenue
My avenue got traffic
Like the Indiana State or Highway
Blowing chief that'll keep you higher
Than an Indian
My niggaz make a lot of bread
We Indiana made men
Kasino stack a lot of chips
While you do a lot of hating
In a bad situation
I'll leave you looking helpless
Give ya ass a little taste
Of what you never was expecting
Come to Naptown
And get a 101 murder lesson
These streets will take you in
And rearrange yo whole destiny
Survival is the code
The only ingredient for the recipe
No time for hesitation
Can't be stiff like I'm motionless
Quick to shoot like tore up fiends
But I ain't talking in your veins
I'll shoot you in your fucking brain
Numb up yo body
And blame everything on a 12 gauge shotty
Then I'm back to blowing good
No worry
Yeah I'm living stress free
You got problems
I got peoples that'll leave you resting
Dey want dat murda
Dey want murda
Dey want dat murda
Dey want murda
Dey want dat murda
Dey want murda
Dey want dat murda
Dey want murda
I'm from the crest of the slums
Where niggaz invest in a tech
Then leave you wet
And leave the mess in yo lungs
My nigga say it's easy to blast
For the sake of a laugh
You get hit in yo face
With all 8 of the mag
And it seems like we lost our hearts
A long time ago
Walking this lonely road
Lost in the dark
Where niggaz pull that thing leave ya stiff
Hide the coke and the bricks
You make a move then ya throat will get slit
We hustle all day just to break bread
All day just to break bread
I hang with the bloods that bang red
Still run the streets with the stainless
Keep the heat for the brainless
Push diesel AK's makes it dangerous
Nap streets are famous
To leave ya leaking heinous
Put the colt to your head
While the heat is flaming
Ain't no game in the streets boy
You either pull it or move
Or you'll be breaking coverage
Popping on the channel 6 news
Dey want dat murda
Dey want murda
Dey want dat murda
Dey want murda
Dey want dat murda
Dey want murda
Dey want dat murda
Dey want murda
I'm from the hood
Where the murders will come
Hard life
No trial
We smile
They say the good die young
You say it's insanity
It has to be for packing a gun
I'd rather ride with the steel
Than die without one
Now buck on me
And I'll return like the prodigal son
F*ck life imprisonment
And even capital pun
I'm defending my life
For the sake of my son
Grown man status
I can't provide you bullets for guns
They want murder
So I ride with the head to the Sun
West siding all day with them K's in trunk
You want beef
Well homeboy
I've been praying for funk
Heart's a soldier
I'll move in the way of a monk
Them shotgun shells
Will leave ya back
Full of the holes from the pump
Heart's a warrior
He can't be challenged by chumps
Short change ass niggaz
Barely making a run
For the title
It's survival
Better come with them funds
Dey want dat murda
Dey want murda
Dey want dat murda
Dey want murda
Dey want dat murda
Dey want murda
Dey want dat murda
Dey want murda
I've been blocks
Where it's killed or be killed
Watch yo mouth
In the Nap
You get slapped
With the butt of the steel
Shit real in the heart of the 'ville
Know some niggaz that'll come thru
And put that cold metal to grill
Shit real I got the anger to kill
Can't be stopped start writing your will
Toe tag a nigga body
They say the boy got skills
Damn put him on that ice
Lay the boy on chill
They begging that they want it
I'm a give it for real
And all it took was a quick fast
Reach for my hip
Letting it rip
And blow it thru it the side of yo whip
And it don't take a lot of ammo
But I empty the clip
That's what you can get
You stepping to a dangerous kid
You see the chrome in my hand
Is like a natural fit
Plus I'm a hustler
I a'int got the time to miss
It's Naptown
Kid Jazz
And I'm out this bitch
Dey want dat murda
Dey want murda
Dey want dat murda
Dey want murda
Dey want dat murda
Dey want murda
Dey want dat murda
Dey want murda
See the consequences of offenses
My defense is advanced
It surpass yo senses
I'm enhanced with intelligence
And new inventions
Any suspicions
My consensus give you intermission
Life goes on
On my mission
I leave 'em fishing for a way out
I murder that man
Tell his soul goodbye on the way out
Them bodies gone lay out
Like they never came out
Back to which came
Forgot yo name if ya came out
And it's a shame how
Them haters so lame
They don't really get picture
Til you point it at they brain
I sustain off conscious music
Let my nuts hang
You abuse it
Don't confuse it
I'll let it bang
I hang with the killers
Blow them sacks
Matter of fact
My deals make the squeals react
I rep it for the Nap
Push yo cap so far back
Make you adapt
To a new style of hat
Bet you never change that
Dey want dat murda
Dey want murda
Dey want dat murda
Dey want murda
Dey want dat murda
Dey want murda
Dey want dat murda
Dey want murda

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