Murder Musik
(Ayo turn me up aj)
A lotta gas smell like ignition
The work in the kitchen
She thick wit extensions
This money a misson
You dissin you missing
I pull up and im politicking
Like gunna gunna bitch im drippin
You can get up but never play positions
Money and diamonds she say that im swimming
Bently my buckle
A nigga keep dissing
We aint wit that bitching
My niggas a call away
Cam with the stick and he hittin like hardaway
Know that we ball today
Keep with that snitching
We choppin in broad day
She toppin me all the way
I catch em in traffic
He aint wit that static
Nas illmatic
I got me a chain but i need a patek
Im to busy bussin i need automatic
Gas loud like tv static
Okay lets go
Hop up out the bed I just got some Head
Just got a text
Im like shit whats next
Niggas on my phone
But its the mob said they got a lick
On some nigga bitch
And it look coo so i sent a word now Im on the move
Tryna groove
Bumping dj screw
Aj seen it to
Dont even stop cruised up by a cop
Doing 55
He hit his lights
Know them bitches bright
First i bust a right
But this is the night seen another Cop damn its hella opps go for my Steel Then i hit the gas
My whip moovin fast sirens blast
Then they start to fade they must Know im gone kill they lights
Then im outta sight any other night
I get my phone
Aj sent a text
This the time to go im at the spot clutching on this glock
Now we on the clock
He kick the dough
Get up on the floor damn these Niggas slow
In the next room
Niggas got a safe
It aint even locked i take a bale and a Wad a cash now we gotta dash
I Dipped up out
Seen the fucking opps didn't
Even trip went on my way because Im hella hot with this cash and rock
Im at the the spot threw away the Rock now a nigga gone
Im home alone
And I text my chick
Tell her come and kick
Back on my shit
And that shit was that
Never heard a thing
We made it clean
Bout 3 days later heard about the ops
know we took the rock
But i aint scared no i never cared
Guess im finna blast
Im at my spot then i heard a knock
Im hopeing its the opps
I make a left go up in my room
Guess im finna boom
The first dude came up on the steps ima let it blast
Talking fast shit then this nigga slipped and fell and bust his ass
I walk up on em
Let this 40 pop
Damn it never stop
I make a right seen a red light
This nigga got a beam
Let it blast put him on his ass
He didn't even move
A lotta gas smell like ignition
The work in the kitchen
She thick wit extensions
This money a misson
You dissin you missing
I pull up and im politicking
Like gunna gunna bitch im drippin
You can get up but never play positions
Money and diamonds she say that im swimming
Bently my buckle
A nigga keep dissing
We aint wit that bitching
My niggas a call away
Cam with the stick and he hittin like hardaway
Know that we ball today
Keep with that snitching
We choppin in broad day
She toppin me all the way
I catch em in traffic
He aint wit that static
Nas illmatic
I got me a chain but i need a patek
Im to busy bussin i need automatic
Gas loud like tv static
Okay lets go
Hop up out the bed I just got some Head
Just got a text
Im like shit whats next
Niggas on my phone
But its the mob said they got a lick
On some nigga bitch
And it look coo so i sent a word now Im on the move
Tryna groove
Bumping dj screw
Aj seen it to
Dont even stop cruised up by a cop
Doing 55
He hit his lights
Know them bitches bright
First i bust a right
But this is the night seen another Cop damn its hella opps go for my Steel Then i hit the gas
My whip moovin fast sirens blast
Then they start to fade they must Know im gone kill they lights
Then im outta sight any other night
I get my phone
Aj sent a text
This the time to go im at the spot clutching on this glock
Now we on the clock
He kick the dough
Get up on the floor damn these Niggas slow
In the next room
Niggas got a safe
It aint even locked i take a bale and a Wad a cash now we gotta dash
I Dipped up out
Seen the fucking opps didn't
Even trip went on my way because Im hella hot with this cash and rock
Im at the the spot threw away the Rock now a nigga gone
Im home alone
And I text my chick
Tell her come and kick
Back on my shit
And that shit was that
Never heard a thing
We made it clean
Bout 3 days later heard about the ops
know we took the rock
But i aint scared no i never cared
Guess im finna blast
Im at my spot then i heard a knock
Im hopeing its the opps
I make a left go up in my room
Guess im finna boom
The first dude came up on the steps ima let it blast
Talking fast shit then this nigga slipped and fell and bust his ass
I walk up on em
Let this 40 pop
Damn it never stop
I make a right seen a red light
This nigga got a beam
Let it blast put him on his ass
He didn't even move
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Writer(s): Christian Houston
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