It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow If you chasin yestraday, you gon miss tomorow Kill a nigger for the fuck of it I get you touched for chipsįuck that shit, fuck the whip, and fuck you bitch It's drama how a child will shut shit down 45 will calm you down, you under trauma now You high right now, you ain't ready to die right now We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight (.8mm) spit It's murda motherfucker we don't beg or borrow Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin yestarday, you gon miss tomorow Hit the streetz and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you When the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do? Word to mother, look at it from a thug point of view My wife alwayz said everything was gonna be aitĪnd she was right and that's one reason why I love herīut everything she said went in one ear and out the other Yea my shit's that real, I hustle hard all my life So now I rob and steal, spit shit you feal, wit a clique that kills My momma always told me the streetz will slow me downĭaddy never showed me how the heat will hold me down In a world that's ice cold, blacks die slowlyĬats snatch rollies, gats'll leave you holy For real, all the time, any place, anywhere
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