Murdaman 2 (Bloody Man Remix)

I heard sun niggas want me gone But shit I'm still outside Woofin Like a bitch Soon as we catch em watch them bullets Fly On ig like they active In them streets They jus tryin to survive Leave em dead or paralyzed He tough up on his block But won't play gangster coming on dis side Sorry I ain't sorry Fo the sins I did I'll do again Murder fo my bruddas Ain't no truce We ain't gon make amends Strictly 10 yr + I ain't really tryna go and make new friends Call up K I triple D He slidin dats my evil twin Death before dishonor Watch my step Cuz I keep stomping shi Foenem popped two perks And now he slidin on some sonic shi Sit back jus let that chronic Hit We smoke exotic shit Said it's smoke I'll leave a coughing jit Shit ima murder man To many niggas claim they Opp who I'm gon murder den Long as I got me an dis glock I'll spin shit like a fan Ain't never need no nigga now And I ain't need em den Ain't never need no nigga now And I ain't need em den It's time to hop out All black Soon as we up Them bullets Flying Niggas brag until they lose And then they cap Like Dey ain't tryin I been tryna chase dem blues Still sipping red shi Ain't no wine I tote glocks Don't make me squeeze And turn yo shit to lemon lime Lil bitch call I press decline Shit I got money on my mind Bitch You ain't pop out all week I'm starting to think u on some hiding shit Fully arp Shit get to smacking like u frying shit Face card been on ten But Benjamin's jus made me slime shit Bro told me To chill and rap I'm still in da trap Bro sum like Tom Brady Tossed da pack Jus like a quarterback I'm jus tryna catch a kill Let's clap Free smoke his lungs collapsed We chop shit Just like a lumber jack Go dig yo potna back