Chorus: (Benzino)
Come with me lets (Murder)
Follow me to (Murder)
Come with me lets (Murder)
Follow me to (Murder)
La la la la la la la (Murder)
La la la la la la la (Murder)
(Mr. Gzus)
It's a thrill to me that you n***as want to k** me
I think you all know this saga
They mad cause they wish they had the sh** that I had
I'm f**ing there babies moma
My soldiers salute with their guns high
Aim and they'll shoot you with one try
I never understood why, n***as snitch and b**hes lie
How a motherf**er gonna testify
When he's doing the same sh** that I'm doing?
Yap to the feds for a little bit of bread
Now The whole f**ing game is ruined
A lot of these n***as are two faced
They need to use glue for they tooth paste
They better strap up or get their boots laced
Or get victim of a 44 shell case
Your b**h said she like the way my dick taste
Now the hoe back up in your face
To the rules of the game you're a disgrace
Never trust no b**h in the first place
Me and Big Sco came to blast these hoes'
Who can't keep sh** on the hush
When we come, guns bust
Ruckus hit the dust, it's only us
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(Big Sco)
These n***as want drama?
Who the f** these busta testing
Bout to teach em a lesson, when I get to blesson
Wit the motherf**ing smith & wesson
No question let me make one suggestion
Don't f** around with a n***a that you can't f** with
Cause I buck quick what's wrong dog?
You mad at me cause your b**h s** dick
Just duck quick cause when I let that thing off
When I break it off ring it off it's over with
Busting nuts I'm all over the shoulder sh**
You can't f** with a n***a y'all know this sh** is on
Some popo sh** but when it comes to me I don't know no sh**
You got to go b**h gotta find a big ditch for a b**h snitch
Hit the n***a with 6 in the mix
Ima fix the mother f**er cause he a big b**h
Swiftly hit the n***a with the fifty caliber
Challenger, I'm a damage ya, you a amateur
I got stamina, k** a n***a put it on camera
f** around I'll have to handle ya, dismantle ya, ha
This what I do to a enemy
Split a motherf**ers head like Kennedy
f** y'all, don't you know its ten of me
So don't pretend to be no friend to me
Big guns those things are like kin to me
Simply I bust and the ones I can't touch
Well put it like this, them b**hes get f**ed, my dick get s**ed
Y'all can't f** with us
Listen you don't wanna bang with me hang with me
n***a, throw them things
With me Big Rosco, cool Gzus, g-pack Wiseguys
Made Men, and the Hangmen 3
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(Murder) 3x
Follow me to (murder)
La la la la la la la
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