Murder Aint Crazy — текст песни (Spice 1)





(chorus): 4x

Groupie ass

Bitch type of niggas cant fade me

Theyre callin me a lunatic

But murder aint crazy



(spice 1 - overlapping chorus)

Yeah, yeah, hahahha

Wassup nigga?

Dont look at me like yall know who I am

Amerikkkas nightmare

Spice muthafuckin 1

Nigga, young, black

You know I wont give a fuck



(verse 1):

Old school drop caddy five, six niggas

Rollin up in my rearview

With they fingers up on them triggers

Come lets take a trip

And hop into some gangsta shit with me

13 caps for them niggas who wanna get with me

Get at me niggas empty enough clips at me

Wanna put some holes and some muthafuckin rips in me

But I dont give a fuck I just stay strapped

And be a soldier about that shit

When it comes to peelin their caps nigga

So wont ya get your blast on

And if you miss me with your 13 shots

Nigga your asss gone

Cause Im gon hit you on that first shot

And then I aint gon stop

Until some muthafuckas call the cops

Then ill be 187 thousand like my song say

Cause you was fuckin with this nigga on the wrong day



(chorus): 4x



(verse 2):

See I be raisin them up off the block

With my ? ? ?

Quick to come with get in bust some caps in my city

I comes with much cloud

And whenever one nigga could take me out

Rollin him up like levis cough him and stuff him

Key him like bean pies

And niggas be talkin that shit

But yo aint none of them runnin up

Im gunnin up the next nigga is feelin buck shots

I thought you niggas knew

Im finna smoke that nigga boost of my 6 deuce

And when I gat that ass someonell leave him lyin there

Cryin there the muthafuckas dyin there

And mr. lawrence better have insurance

Cause ima g-a-gat that ass with the touriz

Rocka-bye baby goin crazy

Punk muthafuckas like you cant fade me

Tryin to squabb with the clip and the trigger

Ol groupie ass bitch type of nigga



(chorus): 4x



Groupie ass bitch type of niggas cant fade me

Grabs my .45 and puts down my .380

I creep up on they ass tip-toe with the pump

Split a nigga down the middle like phillie blunt

I keeps my strap by my sides to keep niggas in check

And all my posse pack glock .9s uzi thangs and tecs

You see we rolls down the block 3 oclock in the morning

Endo got us gone and strap mobile phones

And about 5 kis in the back of the trunk

Niggas down ass fuck but we dont wanna funk

Cause, ahh, transportation is the shit we used to do

Had a whole shop dropped mobs spot and crew

W-a-with a ring on my muthafuckin cellular

As I heard a nigga screamin: get the fuck out the car!

Nigga let me get my chronic and my endo sacc

As my dj x-tralarge blew that bitch on his back

Runnin up on some players so I had to figure

He was a groupie ass bitch type of nigga



(chorus with overlap):

Yeah

Whassup nigga?

Yall muthafuckas aint fadin a real last g

Nigga

Peelin cap for the muthafuckin strive

Nigga you dont wanna fuck with this

You dont wont none of this

Step back nigga

Just listen

Watch muthafucka

Look at some real last niggas rip shit up

For 94

Punk ass nigga

Yeah

Yeah

Back again with some of that murder shit

Spiggedy one whippin up on that ass for 94 and 95 bitch

Hahaha

What yall niggas know about a real last g

Ha, I kicks gangsta shit daily

Beyoaaatch!!!

187 thousand g



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