Murda Music

Killa-to-Killa, I can't wait till I catch a nigga slippin' It ain't 30, bet it's 50 in this piston This shit get deeper than them songs, say for sure What you rollin? pass me Cory Make me choke Hands all on his throat, too much blood on the floor Beep beep from the car door, so petty I'm a dog in this stolo, you can see it in my eyes They be like, you gone die, or go to jail for life Mmm, sorry, threw my life away many years ago Summer of Sam, all I think about is killin' folks Murder music, sweatin in the booth, plead the fifth to it Only the streets know the truth, I gotta lot of questions about a little dude How you polo but you broke How you 15 hunnit, ain't got 15 hunnit If you fuckin' with them niggas, then I'm dumpin' 40, Chris Brown, you know he love makin' niggas run it What it is? Let me know somethin' Crime pays, buyin K's, aye pour a drank Every dog got his day, I just hope I got my K AR fit up in my pants like I'm Ginuwine Kilt a nigga today, I think I'm feelin' fine Sheesh