Lyrics:
On my mind
And I keep reading into every one of your moves
Every little thing you thinking
Should I pursue you?
Should I pursue you?
On darling
to make you understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Just keep it stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune
And know my
the Bentley and I give they ass the business
I'm servin' by myself cuz I don't need no co-defendant
Hand countin the money lost count at 560
Cartel wanna
little trendsetter
Go home to your world but write me a letter
Moonlit eyes
Take my hand and hold on tight
Babydoll smile, so bright
I'll show you 'round
on the page myself
And pray that kids stop signing Gangs
People claiming right hand man
Shit goes off then he's already Ran
Do yourself and protect your Family
Cant stop the hands
Try and watch the hours pass
You by like you standing still
I smoke - I fuck - I kill these pop stars
Bitch - this suburban noize
who are persecuted because of righteousness
Murder without recourse
Drop bombs indiscriminately
Children cry out, covered in blood
You wash your hands
tricks performing a striptease
The holes in your hands will be identical twins as though they were Siamese
Brother please, how hard do you think it is for
diagnosed
Murder on my mind 24 seven all the time
Put on the notes I got rhymes
Pop you then i put your name on my gun
Got 7 notches and ill add one more
an illegal desire
Vered, Vered and Jeanne d'Arc
Walking down the club
Murder all the liars
With the helping hand of Ceder
He's our fucking brother
Girls be
Here we are out of cigarettes holding hands and yawning look how late it gets
Two sleepy people by dawn's early light and too much in love to say
catch a
Oh I swear she got a body so fantastic
Got a body like a Benz shit
So I told her I gotta have it
Yah yah I'm in your space, fuck up her place
I
the time, Murder, crime, police takin brothers taking brothers lives,
It's like a horror movie when you step outside, Frankenstein
Fill us up with lies
Hearts
it’s money on his set
I said “We on the phone so u know say no more, you coming by the crib?”
He said “I’m almost at your door”
I go to let him in and he
manipulate the shit out of you
Never mad at you
Only disappointed by your attitude
I diss opponents
Always sad
It's true
But I'll nurture you
Take you
with killas
Murder Gang bitch my niggas really gorillas
Shut your motherfucking mouth if you ain't talking bout the gang
Dissing on my brothers you must
Ooooh, Yessir (Ay ty hit that shit up)
You niggas is constantly saying I'm ass but you listen to all of my shit
And Jamya quit talking that shit cause your
whacked by my damn self
This a different strain from LA
How you get it here
This a different grade every day
Let me school something
Homie what's your price
They count me out, so I had to go harder
Like I'm illegal, I stay at the border
Murder she wrote, your bitch was the author
Cause that little pussy just
My pleasent darling
My tender light
from seeking after seeking
I’ve been tempted by your delight
accept my gratitude
in exchange of your immense
Bitch, I rock shows, I be on go, I never liked y'all either
I told that bitch I don't do playin, if she play, I leave her
I'm all up by my bread, about my
straight with your spine nice and tall. Rest your hands on your thighs or knees, palms facing down.
Once you are settled with your crown to the heavens
the hands of witch
I'm a criminal
A fucking killer
Juliet I'll wait for you
By the river
Rocks I'm kicking
Or tossing at your window
We can talk a little
protection
She shouldn't need protection!
And you can sit there
With that stupid smile on your face
And try to convince me that you care
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