Murda Talk

Fuck the other side for switchin up I'm sending bullets too
That murder talk ain't workin like it's supposed to, you ain't bulletproof
I'm really sending shots up at the opps and that's on brothers too
And that's what the last nigga said before he met the murder tool
Some niggas playin games up in the streets behind my brothers name
They tried to knock me off for the murder but I can't beat a case
I'm destined for the rap shit I said fuck it I been up for days
I woulda gave my life if I knew it woulda turned out this way

If opposition trippin let it blow that's how it's supposed to be
Sucka niggas shootin at my shit but it aint close to me
Praying for my bruddah in the pen he did the most for me
17 Years been thuggin that's how it's supposed to be
17 Caught a hammer charge and that was it
Opps got lucky I ain't have no time to go and grab my blick
But now I'm rich and any bitch I want is on my dick
Shots poppin off cuz that nigga mad that I fucked his bitch
Why you claiming that yo sec really bounce out
Scoreboard y'all be lookin like some clowns now
Full loaded with the chop watch me bounce out
Full clip turn this party to a bounce house nigga
I ain't ever trippin on P, Unless it's dope and then I'm on Like these bitches swallow me
I aint choke pushin dope and then I'm back up on the streets
Hit the studio like bro i been slanging weed

Fuck the other side for switchin up I'm sending bullets too
That murder talk ain't workin like it's supposed to, you ain't bulletproof
I'm really sending shots up at the opps and that's on brothers too
And that's what the last nigga said before he met the murder tool
Some niggas playin games up in the streets behind my brothers name
They tried to knock me off for the murder but I can't beat a case
I'm destined for the rap shit I said fuck it I been up for days
I woulda gave my life if I knew it woulda turned out this way

Then im back to the trap with my 37 Mac
And I'm aiming at yo head I ain't even get to clap
Job done, grab the hunds, then I'm back out to the cat
Gotta run I leave a sack but it ain't nothin to a mac
Yea we posted up with AR'S that glock got a beam on it
Choppa make him sing like that nigga won a ring for it
His baby mama askin why I had to go and bleed on em
Told her if he loved you then he would put a ring on it, Bitch
I can't even bounce bout a bitch
If that hoe ain't got no money then I bounce on that bitch
If that nigga pulling weight selling pounds by the fifth
Damn straight I can prolly get an ounce in this bitch
Fuck the opposition they a gang with a snitch
And the murder talk ain't do a thang in this bitch
Onna gang I been trippin I aint buy it for my bitch
I bought it for my dawgs on that gang gang shit

Fuck the other side for switchin up I'm sending bullets too
That murder talk ain't workin like it's supposed to, you ain't bulletproof
I'm really sending shots up at the opps and that's on brothers too
And that's what the last nigga said before he met the murder tool
Some niggas playin games up in the streets behind my brothers name
They tried to knock me off for the murder but I can't beat a case
I'm destined for the rap shit I said fuck it I been up for days
I woulda gave my life if I knew it woulda turned out this way