Murda She Wrote

I remember snatching chains hitting cash for gold
Been in that jam so many times and ain't nevea told
Hurd they put pressure on his back and like a chair he fold
Before I give it up to you I'm reaching for the pole
Live a life full on sin pray the lord except my soul
And let em play bout my brothers than murda she wrote
And let em play bout my brothers than murda she wrote
Loyalty running threw my veins send pain to my heart
I'm onna block w them killers we roam after dark
Spin threw ya block we shoot up the park
Moe fell victim to the system got caught w that rod
Poppin perkies I cant sleep body in my dreams
Swear these demons hunting me since we made em Rest In Peace
I'm from the jungle where I thought only the lions eat
I seen a rat turn snake statements on his childhood friends
I lost my niggas to this street shit I cannot quit I gotta make it
The bag is all on me who gonna take it
Faceshots you cannot heal pick up ya brains bitch
I know better days up in the making
I pray the lord save me satin trynna take me
It's up slang that iron until the grave
Better duck that Uzi spit it's gon sprayy
Now you fucked better watch how you speak about gang
Boutta buck it's in my mind on my brain
Get you touch dick on my lap might think my gay
Shoot it up my youngins will drill gon insane
I remember snatching chains hitting cash for gold
Done been in that jam so many times and ain't nevea told
Hurd they put pressure on his back and like a chair he fold
Before I give it up to you I'm reaching for the pole
Live a life full on sin pray the lord except my soul
And let em play bout my brothers than murda she wrote
And let em play bout my brothers than murda she wrote