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Murdera

Look into my crystal ball I see murder for y'all

First things first or the hearse for y'all

First nigga open his mouth first to fall

Watch who you talking to nigga first of all

My game don't get along, we ain't arrogant

It'll take a while for you to assess what the damage is

Give a fuck, pop with no camera-ses

New York shit, under new management

Blessing in disguise, black mask and black gloves

Forecast: grey skies, tears of a black dove

I can change your life, I just need you to act up

Yeah, that's 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 risePop, pop, pop, murder, murder, kill, kill

Do it for the money or we do it for the thrill

Hustle in the cold 'till my nose running still

Blood on the streets I'm 'bout the dollar, dollar billI'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 supposed to be a G

The chickens and the rats and the snakes all click

And can't come outside no more, I'm on my shit

I'm talking right now, you talking back then

Yeah, it's a new day, wake up and get a whiff

Can't you smell it? That's a bitch nigga flesh burning

I put pussyholes all over your back, you run from the teks squirming

Oh suddenly these niggas is feeling me

And all that blood loss got them catching epiphanies

Young fly rap nigga and I Blapp niggas

I understand why you upset, I'm that nigga

Uh, shooting star, I'm a gun toting celeb

I wield pistoles, put em in wheelchairs

Fuck a peace treaty, they try to O.D. on me

Oh, now you want me to chill or call police on me

I'm outside of the law, fuck the system

I piss on the courtroom floor, I don't give fucksPop, pop, pop, murder, murder, kill, kill

Do it for the money or we do it for the thrill

Hustle in the cold 'till my nose running still

Blood on the streets I'm 'bout the dollar, dollar billR.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 gangsta shit, yo we the grimiest

You send me up the river, I send you up the river sticks

Bitchy ass nigga, you bleed Infamous

Come againPop, pop, pop, murder, murder, kill, kill

Do it for the money or we do it for the thrill

Hustle in the cold 'till my nose running still

Blood on the streets I'm 'bout the dollar, dollar bill [x2]

Songwriters

Albert Johnson, Kejuan Muchita, Ramon Ibanga Jr.Published by

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