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Know what the fuck be pissing me off? The other motherfuckers think they running my block. Jump off that fucking stoop, hit the fucking gate, nigga grab your burners it's time to go to war. I give the niggas a whole fucking clip every motherfucking round in this motherfucker you can get Niggas run up on this red '64 You get a white tag on your big toe These ain't punch lines, niggas kick doors Leave your baby mama with her lip swole All handguns, niggas pack light Nigga's mouth loose but my strap tight Niggas slide through and they bust first We killin' everybody that night Block wars, we bout that life Scuffed J's and them fist fights Dead bodies on dead bodies Savage, that's what I live like Go and chop a nigga head off Fuck around, let the rounds hit you Blood splattered on a nigga's [?] All I had to do was give a signal Magazines if you got an issue Hit one nigga with the source Hit two niggas with the vibe Bitch I kill your vibe It's a reason niggas can't fuck with ya I'm a Compton nigga and I don't give a fuck Nigga walk around with that pistol tucked I do drive-bys out a Plenty truck Songtexte (Murder-murder) Have you ever seen a murder? (Murder-murder) Boom-boom-boom, let 'em Have you ever seen a murder? Have you ever seen a dead body? Got a chopper with some rounds on it Boop-boop, hittin' everybody Turn the corner for your mama house Put a nigga in the trunk Cock your shit and walk around the corner Promise nigga this ain't what you want Nigga ain't what you want Nigga ain't what you want Nigga ain't what you want No, nigga ain't what you want (Murder-murder) Boop-boop-boop (Murder-murder) Pull up on your block, take that shit over Stolen choppers out of stolen Rovers Supernova bullets rippin' through Corollas Pure shooter like DeMare DeRozan Hot slugs but the jewelry frozen 12 gauges on the trap sofas Naked bitches in the kitchen whippin' yola Pockets fat like a young Oprah Told the nigga he ain't want the clip I'm filthy rich and still with the shit His mama cryin' but his son a bitch I had her view the body like she from the 6 Bullets ricochetin' all through the block Nigga run his mouth like he knew the cops I do the shootin' while the shooters watch Then cook crack in a newer pot Move me? Gotta move the block That means take shots like it's Lou Dot Niggas talkin' bout the game like it's ESPN I'll put your ass with Stuart Scott No conscious mind, the chronic got My mind blown I can't stop with the murder shit Burn rubber, burn a clip A lot of niggas died on [?] shit Murder, murder, murder Have you ever seen a dead body? Have you ever seen a murder? Have you ever seen a dead body? Have you ever seen a murder? Have you ever seen a dead body? Got a chopper with some rounds on it Boop-boop, hittin' everybody Turn the corner for your mama house Put a nigga in the trunk Cock your shit and walk around the corner Promise nigga this ain't what you want Everybody lay the fuck down, you know who it is nigga. Ay, what the fuck you doing? Nigga come here nigga. Gun in your motherfucking mouth. Nigga put that motherfucking gun down before I smoke your motherfucking homie. Ay yo and get all this shit nigga. I'm about to kill this nigga, fuck you nigga. You dying too bitch ass nigga, nigga. Get the fuck out of here Aus Songtexte Mania