First Degree

I like murder first degree, Like to get up close and see Hemi swervin out in traffic put that mask on when I creep Watch his body stop the twitching just to know his ass deceased Put another hole in em just to make sure that he beat I'm screaming goooo them youngins hop out blickin on em Fully auto hit his top and it's gonna knock his fitted off em Choosin sides inside my beef that's sum shit you don't wanna do This a 556 I'm out the roof trynna let it boom I say chase his ass He trynna run cut off his legs You wanna go band for band im trynna go head for head I been doin this for a while Planting bodies in the ground Let that boy play hide and seek we gon leave em lost and found This a switch switch f*ck his life up when it hit em Make them youngins punch his head off leave it layin on the ave Think I'm playin? Drop a lo im finna slide I'll spin down any block don't give a f*ck where you reside Better run its to late in out on feet Chase a youngin down damn near knocked em out his sneaks Bet your momma gonna be sick when she cryin on her knees Seen her son up in that casket we ain't into coppin please We like spinnin,bendin blocks,sending shots and Droppin opps Duckin cops flipping rocks on the block until I drop We got big smoke probably make ya lungs collapse Hit em in his chest and watch his heart come out his back Or maybe hit em in his head and watch that smoke exit his mouth He ain't gotta drop no lo we been camping out his house We got tents up yea im talkin bout them tints Soon they drop let it blow and leave em dead inside that mist Cause I don't miss, I can't recall a time I did We gon walk down once he hit and make sure that he dead Smokin uhh Oou this shit sum gas This a 3.5 in my wood boy move around no I don't pass Diss song that's gon be his last time speaking Let the chopper blast this bitch louder than my speakers Bitch im down the 8 and im still posted with them tweakers