Murderrr, murderr
Them niggas ain't gonna ride for you when you dead homie, they just gonna get candles
I be rolling down in The Bronx like its the old Iraq
Six feet before you ran slow
You was hungry for the beef
So I let you taste my glock
F*cking with me is straight suicide (ha ha ha)
It's either you in or you out
All my mother f*ckers are sharks, wipe out
I'm from the bottom, built sturdy from the bottom up, been pumping gold so I could raise the bar, and have you watch the drop
I got nothing to lose (Waddup?)
Pumping blood, fumando a cigar, Casanova You got niggas beating you up, bending you over and putting in work
Don't be falling off, mazel tov
60 bullets, It's that gunplay
They drop hard cheese, I be droppin bodies
Take a nigga off life support, put him on DNR
You f*ck with me, you f*ck with the greatest
Let you know how this hard body, body everybody (We don't play that, we don't play that)
F*ck with the flocc, we gonna have the whole range on ya blocc (You know wassup, you know Wassup)
Days like this, days like this (The Queen in the building)
I'll have you on the floor better yet the concrete
Im sitting on my throne have you haters bowin to my feet
Ill leave you to lay in the street, switch ya head wit ya feet, pop a cap, put ya face where ya chest should be, don't mess wit me, you won't get the best of me, the rest of me, will f*ck you up like ecstasy
I'm gonna let you know, you don't want that beef, theirs bodies on that heat & the last nigga that tried me may his soul rest in peace
It's going to be a nightmare on 60 street,
WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?
F*cking little bitch (waddup gangsta?)
These silly bitches don't know throwing salt adds flavor
Bottles on my table, bitches on my niggas laps
Money in the bank, glocks on our strap
And we run the game with every move we make
Making money moves, call it river bank
Beef in the street, never over the computer
I don't play hard to get, I play hard to forget
Imma be around regardless
Imma keep it 100% solid
Don't worry about my life it ain't for you
I always come before you, even in the alphabet (yeah baby)
I always get what I want, you always get what you can
They want what I got but they can't get what I have I see you hating you mad you a joke, boy
My life deserve an Oscar
This award winning movie
Cardiac arrest, I got 6 niggas on it
Keep a nigga 6 under
Keep them tears coming
Youuuuu.... Hear them coming... coming for yoouuu...
They gonna remember me! They gonna remember me!
I'm always dressed as if I were going to go see my enemies!
Watch you gonna Do? Watch you gonna Do? When we come for You?
Those bloody shoes, those bloody shoes
That's what you gonna have before your funeral
Welcome to the game
My ambition as a rider, is for all mine I lay yours
My temper match a cold hearted killer
Drill holes in these walls
Talk to me nice or you'll end up in a pool of blood talk to me nice, talk to me nice x3
Murder, Murder
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Murderrr, murderr
Them niggas ain't gonna ride for you when you dead homie, they just gonna get candles
I be rolling down in The Bronx like its the old Iraq
Six feet before you ran slow
You was hungry for the beef
So I let you taste my glock
F*cking with me is straight suicide (ha ha ha)
It's either you in or you out
All my mother f*ckers are sharks, wipe out
I'm from the bottom, built sturdy from the bottom up, been pumping gold so I could raise the bar, and have you watch the drop
I got nothing to lose (Waddup?)
Pumping blood, fumando a cigar, Casanova You got niggas beating you up, bending you over and putting in work
Don't be falling off, mazel tov
60 bullets, It's that gunplay
They drop hard cheese, I be droppin bodies
Take a nigga off life support, put him on DNR
You f*ck with me, you f*ck with the greatest
Let you know how this hard body, body everybody (We don't play that, we don't play that)
F*ck with the flocc, we gonna have the whole range on ya blocc (You know wassup, you know Wassup)
Days like this, days like this (The Queen in the building)
I'll have you on the floor better yet the concrete
Im sitting on my throne have you haters bowin to my feet
Ill leave you to lay in the street, switch ya head wit ya feet, pop a cap, put ya face where ya chest should be, don't mess wit me, you won't get the best of me, the rest of me, will f*ck you up like ecstasy
I'm gonna let you know, you don't want that beef, theirs bodies on that heat & the last nigga that tried me may his soul rest in peace
It's going to be a nightmare on 60 street,
WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?
F*cking little bitch (waddup gangsta?)
These silly bitches don't know throwing salt adds flavor
Bottles on my table, bitches on my niggas laps
Money in the bank, glocks on our strap
And we run the game with every move we make
Making money moves, call it river bank
Beef in the street, never over the computer
I don't play hard to get, I play hard to forget
Imma be around regardless
Imma keep it 100% solid
Don't worry about my life it ain't for you
I always come before you, even in the alphabet (yeah baby)
I always get what I want, you always get what you can
They want what I got but they can't get what I have I see you hating you mad you a joke, boy
My life deserve an Oscar
This award winning movie
Cardiac arrest, I got 6 niggas on it
Keep a nigga 6 under
Keep them tears coming
Youuuuu.... Hear them coming... coming for yoouuu...
They gonna remember me! They gonna remember me!
I'm always dressed as if I were going to go see my enemies!
Watch you gonna Do? Watch you gonna Do? When we come for You?
Those bloody shoes, those bloody shoes
That's what you gonna have before your funeral
Welcome to the game
My ambition as a rider, is for all mine I lay yours
My temper match a cold hearted killer
Drill holes in these walls
Talk to me nice or you'll end up in a pool of blood talk to me nice, talk to me nice x3
Murder, Murder
Them niggas ain't gonna ride for you when you dead homie, they just gonna get candles
I be rolling down in The Bronx like its the old Iraq
Six feet before you ran slow
You was hungry for the beef
So I let you taste my glock
F*cking with me is straight suicide (ha ha ha)
It's either you in or you out
All my mother f*ckers are sharks, wipe out
I'm from the bottom, built sturdy from the bottom up, been pumping gold so I could raise the bar, and have you watch the drop
I got nothing to lose (Waddup?)
Pumping blood, fumando a cigar, Casanova You got niggas beating you up, bending you over and putting in work
Don't be falling off, mazel tov
60 bullets, It's that gunplay
They drop hard cheese, I be droppin bodies
Take a nigga off life support, put him on DNR
You f*ck with me, you f*ck with the greatest
Let you know how this hard body, body everybody (We don't play that, we don't play that)
F*ck with the flocc, we gonna have the whole range on ya blocc (You know wassup, you know Wassup)
Days like this, days like this (The Queen in the building)
I'll have you on the floor better yet the concrete
Im sitting on my throne have you haters bowin to my feet
Ill leave you to lay in the street, switch ya head wit ya feet, pop a cap, put ya face where ya chest should be, don't mess wit me, you won't get the best of me, the rest of me, will f*ck you up like ecstasy
I'm gonna let you know, you don't want that beef, theirs bodies on that heat & the last nigga that tried me may his soul rest in peace
It's going to be a nightmare on 60 street,
WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?
F*cking little bitch (waddup gangsta?)
These silly bitches don't know throwing salt adds flavor
Bottles on my table, bitches on my niggas laps
Money in the bank, glocks on our strap
And we run the game with every move we make
Making money moves, call it river bank
Beef in the street, never over the computer
I don't play hard to get, I play hard to forget
Imma be around regardless
Imma keep it 100% solid
Don't worry about my life it ain't for you
I always come before you, even in the alphabet (yeah baby)
I always get what I want, you always get what you can
They want what I got but they can't get what I have I see you hating you mad you a joke, boy
My life deserve an Oscar
This award winning movie
Cardiac arrest, I got 6 niggas on it
Keep a nigga 6 under
Keep them tears coming
Youuuuu.... Hear them coming... coming for yoouuu...
They gonna remember me! They gonna remember me!
I'm always dressed as if I were going to go see my enemies!
Watch you gonna Do? Watch you gonna Do? When we come for You?
Those bloody shoes, those bloody shoes
That's what you gonna have before your funeral
Welcome to the game
My ambition as a rider, is for all mine I lay yours
My temper match a cold hearted killer
Drill holes in these walls
Talk to me nice or you'll end up in a pool of blood talk to me nice, talk to me nice x3
Murder, Murder