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We know how that song go... This one called, The Murdera Die, nigga, die... Die, nigga... Look into my crystal ball I see murder for y'all First things first order a hearse for y'all First nigga open his mouth first to fall Watch who you talking to nigga first of all My gang don't get along we arrogant Take a while for you to assess what the damage is Give a fuck POP where them cameras is New York shit under new management Blessing in disguise black mask and black gloves Forecasts; grey skys, tears of a black dove I can change your life I just need you to act up Yeah thats karma we don't believe in no bad luck He without sin cast the first stone Good in any hood I blend like an earth tone I murk microphones it's a homicide As I watch the soul from your body rise Pop, pop, pop murder, murder, kill, kill Do it for the money or we do it for the thrill Hustlin' the goal till my nose run and spill Blood on the streets I'm bout that dolla dolla bill Songtexte I'm out for gunshots to represent me Do it for the principle and do this shit for free You scared motherfucker? You stay away from me You snitch motherfucker? You're supposed to be a G The chickens and the rats and the snakes all click They can't come outside no more I'm on my shit I'm talking right now, you talking back then Yeah its a new day wake up and get a whiff can you smell it? That's a bitch nigga's flesh burning I put pussy holes all over your back You run from the tech squirtin' Oh suddenly these niggas is feeling me And all that bloodloss got em catching epiphanies Young fly rap nigga and I BRAPP niggas I understand why you upset I'm that nigga(ugh) Shooting star, I'm a gun totin celeb I wield pistoles, put em in wheelchairs Fuck a peace treaty, they tried to O.D. on me But now you want me to chill and call police on me I'm outside of the law, above the system I piss on the courtroom floor, I don't give fucks Pop, pop, pop murder, murder, kill, kill Do it for the money or we do it for the thrill Hustlin' the goal till my nose run and spill Blood on the streets I'm bout that dolla dolla bill Yeah, R-I-P for those try to go against we, (rest in peace) We the M-O-B-B make you swallow all your teeth (you take that) And fuck the police, we New York's finest Top shelf gangster shit, yeah, we the grimiest You send me up the river? I send you up the river Styx Bitchy ass nigga, you bleed infamous Come again Pop, pop, pop murder, murder, kill, kill Do it for the money or we do it for the thrill Hustlin' the goal till my nose run and spill Blood on the streets I'm bout that dolla dolla bill The murdera The murdera This one called; the murdera Aus Songtexte Mania