Murda Scene Lyrics

[Dark Lo]
Jump out a bush get to spraying on you
For about a week, I was laying on you
I'm at the stove or I'm at your throat
If I can't get to you, then I'm at your folks
Every day be a murder scene
We the murder team, that's on everything
Every day I need a pint of lean
I'm 'bout to light some green, I order rice and wings
2 in the morning, Chinese store draw in
Dead smack on point, Ruger hanging on him
I'm getting lose hanging out the roof
Heard you a rat, and they got the proof
It was written I was in my Grifes
Prolly counting chicken, fresh off a mission
If you wasn't mentioned you should mind your business
Kill a nigga on Christmas, prolly f*ck his misses
I'm with King AB I should bring the mag
If you got your kids with you, I might give you a pass
It's the dice roller, this the heist order
This is priceless, any shooter I sent never froze up This is fluid I put nothing to it
It's just something grooving, you my f*cking student
I still do it for them youngings shooting
Don't got their life together, or they restricted movement
Nigga don't panic I'll have you running, dancing
Everybody calling your phone but you not answering
This the takeover, this a makeover
Treat these North Philly streets like it's Daytona
I'll spin your corner, I get up on ya, they paint a picture, mourn ya
I'm having a drink with Sonia
She a heavy moaner, when I hump all on her
I'll walk you girl in the crib I have the pump all on her
This is no excuses, all my niggas ruthless
Corny rapper, who this?
Pocket full of blue shit
You niggas know I do this, it's Darkavelli new shit
It's slaughter crib oh shit
I'm in a booth lose it

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