The Jacka - Murder on My Mind lyrics

HUSALAH [Verse 1] Dippin, mind on my riches 36 shots in my clip and my sh** rip listen You can hear d**h reppin Riden in a chevy 3 caprice with his weapon And his name is Husalah Manifested the real bringing d**h to s**as Its cla**ic, the words of a psycho hand on my rifle Tucked by the light pole Ichin to take blood Waiting to take life from haters with slanderous tongues I like fights but its fun to handle the gun n***as been rich been on the run been on one My satanic cannon it's tragic Everytime I rap BOOODDAT!! and it's tragic Young smilin' ridin in my drop Or my hundred thouwow shutin down parkin lots n***a [hook] They didn't belieave me,(beleave me)when I told um I was crazy(crazy) Riden in my hundred thousand dollar car, all I think about is murder lately(lately) [Verse2] You wanna get fly like a gangsta, push pies like a gangsta But you scared to die like a gangsta and when it's really going down You n***as ain't around mac 9 you lay em down the clip hold 60 rounds Though I can spit like rap and rhyme and slow it down pop em off wit that Slow flow, that o show. I pull up on 4's up in the O's boat b**hes on my dick But all I give a sh** about is coke. I'm in the motha f**en kitchen whippin doing Things with this h**n that's not to mention, cross country shippin, money is flippin, loadin up these clips for these n***as thats snitchin, b*tch! My sh** rip like a jimmy that don't fit. I told y'all n***as that it's HUSALAH. Ridin in my sh** tryina murda mothaf**az, ridin round town finna murda muthaf**az [hook] Murder isn't easy, but when you do it once you can do it a million times take a million lives. Selling dope is easy, but when you get caught ask yourself can you do your time, or snitch and die, this is why [Verse3] I don't sleep! keep a long thing that's atleast three feet People die everyday cause they instincts weak When you do sell a thing than your plannin' for defeat this is real life And the things that people do is real trife more often than not the results Is your life. I'm on my way to the federal correctional Climb in my SL 5 every late night. Thinkin how my life is miraculous Ex king-pin gettin rich from this rap sh**. In '94 i sold my soul for the crack sh** in '99 I found out that was black sh**. Graduate to bricks wrote a plan and a tactic, got rich, but the end was a cla**ic. Young dope deala duckin feds in the traffic, young dope deala duckin feds in the traffic. Got convicted so now I can rap it most these rappers never did it so they actin. They was neva even seen on the set all the time they were gang-bangin on the internet, but the SL 500 is real the 2.76's will take off ya grill. By the time this comes out i'ma be locked up, but the MOB still got sh** locked up. You gonna get tired of hidin try to come outside and thats the night your b**h a** gonna get popped up