Murda Muzik (feat. 2Stxpid)

Bitch Woah (woah), woah (woah), woah (woah) Woah (woah), woah (woah), woah, woah Get off my, get off my (yeah) Bitch, bitch This that murder music I let that choppa sing, 7.62 in his brain, we been spinning toting K's This that murder music Better stay back in your lane, we gon' wop your ass with canes, up that heater then we spray This that shooter music F*ck the goofies they some lames, they ain't ever got my motion stacking bands like every day I told Jay to hop back on that drill, for A, for K, I blast to kill Swerving on that corner, hit the e-brake, now we slide for real You been capping on the gang, you ain't outside for real I'll smack you in your shit for talking on my bro for real I pass the chop to JJ, he gon' hit your head and kill Hop up in that Maybach, bounce down Hampton, keep a strap for real Bro be thinking he a soldier acting like a VLone thug Trying to be a big dog when we know that you is just a pug Lil hoe trying to feel me up just to get a couple nugs I been tripping off this X, I feel it all up in my blood Hiding like a buffalo, all up in that closet Got to make my haters mad, they turning up my moshpits Missed another chance, back in time we could've squashed it Call his ass a bill, I'm giving God that man's deposit Red beam, green light, hang out with a pipe I was dropping the loc' they ain't come to the fight Keep on dissing, my boy do you right Hop out the box and we shooting at dykes Keep it 100 with you it's on sight I'm off the drugs higher than a kite Poke him right through the throat with a knife Keep a Glock with a switch and a light Pull up on his bitch I'm laying that pipe Leave that hoe and she be shaking like dice I got lean in my piss, he get fucked up with this dick I know shooters with them choppas, popping mops and they won't miss I'm gon' take your head off with this K, I catch a charge, I do the race Smoking Skiddy every day, I'm rolling his pack in a Wraith You know that we counting cash we do that shit like every day Live this shit up like a movie got that shit up on replay I think I got the best plug he always throwing me some plays Smoke that hash all in my chambers you'll walk in and see a haze Pop a Percocet, bounce down their block, you'll hear that "Fa Fa" This ain't no lil stick, yeah, this that brand new fucking choppa Shawty trying to f*ck I told that bitch lets do it Hand 'round her neck up on the wall, yeah, you know I screwed her (yeah) She told me "come back around", I know that she want me to do her I ain't trust no hoe who f*ck on gang, she dirty like a sewer F*ck them hoe ass bitches, they can come and talk right to my Reuger This that murder music I let that choppa sing, 7.62 in his brain we been spinning toting K's This that Shooter music F*ck the goofies they some lames, they ain't ever got my motion stacking bands like every day This that murder music 7.62 ain't no thing, so I up the .308, they gon' find him in a lake Bitch you not a shooter Broke boy thinking he got fame, so I snatch that pussy chain, watch that chunk fly out his brain Bitch