Jae Millz - 1st Degree Murder lyrics

[Intro:] It's Millz You know what this sound like? This sound like the part of the movie where the monster is chasing the lady at the end, right? And she like almost get away and she falls And you know what happen after that Yo yo! [Verse 1:] Here go his address, don't worry, I'll send the squad with ya If anybody asks tell em Large Mark sent ya I know the game like a card dealer My b**h head good like a DeBarge member Life's a b**h but I spar with er All about my music and my money like guitar center My youngin on the steep sittin with the pump On that little duck sh** like this ain't what you want All them 2 dads 12, that's where the f** I'm from Potent g**n bang, f** her one on one Every day you saw me fly when the bell rung Now every day I'm on that same sh** from when I was young Check me out tho [Verse 2:] How you wanna do it? 2 door or the 4? Pull up in some sh** from the showroom floor Girl I crash into that p**y, hope that thing ensured Put yo a** to sleep, you'll wake up like you see me Lawd Medicated in my dutch but ain't nothing wrong You could call Kirk Hannon cause ain't nothing wrong I done made a couple dollars off a couple songs Invested that into my team, now we f**in on Got a girl in wash heights, all about a b**h Cook up coke, do wash and s** out the same crib I use to beat that caporero from 1-56 Now I'm probably in beauty in Ess** with yo b**h Uptown til I die, n***a what it is? She love a Harlem n***a, even made a couple kids No credit but I know n***as who swipe for real Insane in the membrane Cypress Millz [Verse 3:] I'm all the way, all the way gone n***a, I mean far away So far away I'm already getting head tomorrow today Rewind that back, don't barbiturate Bombs away, I mean bars away Why these little n***as wanna start to play I was powered off, who started me I don't know but one thing I do now (what's that?) Is these boys better move on, VER Cause I might spazz and who knows Well you know, I'm stuntin like nothing like ever before that you ever saw Ready for war, no paint on my face Don't take my floor, G n***as is frauds Minus the badge you n***as is broads Go against me, you hittin the wall Crash dummy, go visit the morgue Music make a lay, rapper spirit is off You ain't say sh** while you get it regardless You so back on that other sh** Much think of all you b**h n***as that been running round on that s**a sh** I see you But I'm a act like I don't know Rich street n***a you can act like a dope straight Murdering the yea but don't act like a wall These n***as ain't ill, back to the drones I think I better shoot using half of my dome Groupie a** hoe, you chase after the bo*er I'm not after the p**y, I'm after the tumbles My girl bust it open soon as I get home You still talkin sh**, man I'm laughing at home n***as is lame with no sense of style Just get a style, let's leave fashion alone Reality of the situation – that's what you facin We sharp sh**, no shellcase and no evidence No building cases, no courtdating no nothing Them n***as hating, man f** em These n***as ain't pimpin they coffins It's Millz, put yo favorite rapper in the oven and cook him Don't you want the truth? Go to your guru Go to yourselves Because that's the only place you Ever gonna find any real truth