Lyrics:
world is fuckin dyin
[Chorus I (2X)]
[C-Murder]
My nigga dead, my nigga died, how the fuck you figure
Another victim, my brother was a drug deala
I'm
the business is about
Us Winning by ridiculous amounts
cnd theres nothin else to figure out
If we pull up We're cleaning out the house
(Hook)2X
not hate this
By the power vested in me, and in the name of the United States Constitution
I hereby grant acquittal of the crime attempted murder
gauge shotty
And I hop and get out, can’t nobody stop me
Riding by myself dawg aint nobody got me
Don’t need it, I don’t want it , without your help
Ill
I was conflicted internally, now my conflict is a world that’s trying to murder me/ state of emergency, spared too much courtesy/ I’m burdened by my
highschool
Mesa Police officers arrested 18 year old Elijah platt
According to detectives 2 students said they saw Elijah by the softball field with a handgun
a way out
(wait)
I’m going vertical
Gimme a beat and I’ll murder you
Maybe a verse or 2
These niggas is mad
They watching my steps
And i could peep
my fucking baby, yeah
It's like we on a plane, see
We up, up, and away, yeah, yeah
Tell me, would you ride for me?
Love in murder bae, would you
and Hamm'
Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted
and Hamm'
Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted
I'ma Ryde or Die and stay D-Blocked up
Two toothbrushes up, whoever want it with P
When I walk by, nigga, get up
'Cause I'm locked up, they can't get
it and this is how we do it, yeah
I gotta get it
Never regret it the second I said it
It's so fucking pathetic
Your etiquette murder your predicate
Yeah, havin' been by that old bank tower
I'm inclined to wonder why you feel so strong?
You can't have really seen the hour
If you think she's
to trial, all four officers got acquitted
Ahmaud Arbery, his skin made him a target
Two racist white men shot him while he was joggin'
(B)
Betty Jones was
[Chorus]
Oh
It's life or death in my town
And I'm standin' on deadly ground
I just want to live my life
All by myself
Life is full
[Hook - 2x]
It's a drought, but we got dope
We got dope, we got dope
It's a drought, but we got dope
Then it's gon cost you mo'
[Master P]
First you
a guerilla, by any
Means that I'd murder if I have to
Heard my homie's working as an undercover
Ready to kiss my cheek, and earn your silver pieces
Could it be
fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die
The faces of death
Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next?
Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword
Now, murder 'em and rest in peace
So goodbye. We're shutting it down
And now we're prowling niggas from alleys
Cloning our sound, we found your town
Now
bounce with her, puff a ounce with her, not wise, not with
Papi chill, get sloppy, get killed by
Blood streams the guillotine f'real, yeah
Pop bottles
Wingkit hits and rims,
The effects of the blue leaks side by side as we roll by,
Sound and a/c now maybe I'll scoop you up,
You shoot back at the two two
exactly what you earned
You gon' fool wid the Drex it's like a tax return
When I'm in the two-five
Just walk on by, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my
matching like Santa
If I could just reach my hammer
He bust two shots, I played mice
Ran to the spot were the sun was at, quickly he was blinded by the ice
right mind
Murder running in my veins like a pipeline
You could be the body on the
News that they can't find
Nothing left but a finger in
A mason jar
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