Everything yeah, yeah
What the f** n***a
Ayyo dim the lights on my sh** son
Yeah you heard, f** that
For my n***a Flex [Chorus:]
It's like that why'all (that why'all)
That why'all (that why'all)
That why'all (that why'all)
That why'all (that why'all)
It's like that why'all (that why'all)
That why'all (that why'all)
That why'all, It's murda Respect a thug, or accept a slug
Or accept the d**h of somebody you love
That's the rules we live by, ways I kiss by
We all murderers in the eyes of all ours
So when I pull a bubble up and back in your car
When I spit sixteen's you gonna wish they was sparks
Can you hold something, you can hold heat you can keep
Slugs in your sleep while I'm plugging your freak
I'm the thug of the week, the k**er of the millennium
Spitting like mack ten and a nine ??
Blasting off like Flex on New Years
Who cares how many slugs why'all spit in the air
n***az over here got glock nineteen's, P89's, hollow points, and M16's
Three fifty-seven's and mack11's
We clap you come to the funeral... Motherf**er if your holding them ?? n***a
Then I'd advise n***a, we rip the high n***as
Don't matter the size n***az
Ever since I popped up, a lot of n***az done got stuck
While I'm laying the cut, meant that's rocked up
Believe it's murda
n***az get popped up, buried and chopped up
We don't give a f** if the cops get touched
A ?? and a baby blue drop
With a stash box holding a fifth and two glocks
And every sixteen I spit I ??
And won't stop firing, firing until I got, a four full of money
And playboy you bunny
Yo you get us a clip of hollow tip slugs from me
b**h n***a, acting out the life of a thug money
I hustle and, grind those block for drug money
And make sure, kept counting every stack
We drop bombs like Flex and Big Kap [Chorus:]
f** that Oh why must children die
I guess the lil' n***a want the piece of the pie, let 'em die
Oh why must thug n***az snitch
I guess the lil' n***a thought he'd get a lil' rich, lil' b**h
That's why we don't talk quick
'Cause n***az who talk quick get k**ed for the bricks
This is it, that's why we walk with our guns
'Cause those without guns get k**ed by guns ?? the one that will k** you son
It's the same where ever we from, it's the slums
We spit guns, lay you down for the 1
I love when n***az talk slick with they tongue
You ain't buying no one, you talking sh**
I'm from the place get k**ed for sh**
So f** where you from, better start from day 1
It's amazing... Murda mommy in every song
You was warned, should of listened when I told ya
It's coming to a closure
And almost over now
Go to war like a solider now
And you rat broads running my style, I'm shutting you down
From N.Y. to L.A., Vi-ta from Jersey
More of a b**h then a lady
Chase chips, slick b**h
With flows that's sick, and it only gets worse... [Chorus:]
f** that Murda, is the way of the walk
And since I walk a thin line, I'm looking at n***az with dead eyes
And I'm baptized, my body has sinned
A lil' weed, a few hoes, and a whole lot of head
Got me hollering, I don't give a f**!
About nothing at all, front
I'm blasting off, k**ing you with probable cause
'Cause you probable of thinking that you hotter then I
It will never be until I die, and touch the sky
Hells angel, fly
I feel like I'm at war fighting for my inner self fighting for my life
This world made me a, Murderer
May the lord take you, before I murder ya
Bodies turning up, and who you think got 'em all touched
Murderers, is on your block catching the rush
Like n***az can f** wit us, they all gonna fall
Rule n***a, It's like that why'all