LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeAll I Know Is Murder
AyeAye, look sayTurn me, aye turn me up a littleYeahMan look, I don't give a fuck if I'm recordingMarcus You Killin' The BeatAin't no cappin' me, nigga all I know is murder (murder)I come straight off them streets, and I know that gang you heard ofNiggas say they want beef, you know we gon' pull up straight up in they circle (grr, prr)Pull up, we lettin' off shots (yeah)Got into it on the corner, same night got hit upBlowin' up Montana phone, he ain't never pick upDump passin' by through the north, for the pick-upDrownin' wit' a Glock, everybody gettin' shook upIn Jail, at the table, I was fixin' me a hook upPolice in my face every time that I look upBitch left, I ain't really trippin' on that, fuck herNutted in her face last time that I fucked herLeft jail no time, money I done ran upEvery real nigga fuck wit' me gon' stand upI was on the ground, real quick I done came upChanged up on me, nigga, I could never blame themNigga ever play real quick, I'ma shame himSay he want fight, Baby Joe gon' zip himRun up on me try me jack, nigga I'ma flip himGotta kill a nigga since that boy play wit' nem (woah)I put that on my children real quick, I'll take a fuck nigga soul (soul)Gone off them pills, Percocet, Molly, X, everyday I roll (roll)You know it ain't a joke, if he say he want smoke, I'ma hit him wit' the pole (boom, pow, pow, boom)Back then you ain't know wit' them false allegations, now you knowWet they block, I don't know 'bout you (know about you)Three niggas, four straps in the coupe (in the coupe)Get out the car, walk down when you shootShot one, Q said, "It was two"Fuck that, hit the other block, tooTold her stop front the house, but they stopped at the cornerE went to hit and when he came out the roofAnother body dropped, 'nother mamma cryCheck this, where I'm from that shit happened everydayI was fifteen, me and Bun sellin' YayYoungest nigga in the trap, so I'm strapped if you playWon't hesitate, up and aim it at ya face (face)I'm out that North, nigga knowin' I'ma sprayAin't up in my gang, then you knowin' you can't hangMe and Kd in a Benz ridin' down 38Every time I'm in the city, man I'm runnin' to that thangBen strapped wit' a Glizzy and I'm strapped wit' a KEvery nigga wit' me wit' it, I know they gon' bangBut you dyin' on scene if you reach for my chain (reach for my chain)Yeah, you know we slangin' nine 'bout thatNorth side, landlord, I ain't playin' 'bout that ('bout that)Nba be my gang, bitch I stand on that (I stand)Real diamonds on my neck, spent them bands on thatBitch nigga call my phone, I don't never call backCall 3three, he'll tell them niggas I don't want chatIn the studio wit' shade, in the studio wit' strangersOn the grind everyday, I been chasin' that sackReal 38 Baby, I'm from 'cross the trackYou could keep yo' lil money, I don't wanna do no trackOne Million views, I'm restarting todayYou could think that I'm slippin', I keep me a strap (bitch)Ain't no cappin' me, nigga all I know is murder (all I know is murder)I come straight off the street, and I know that gang you heard of(know that gang you heard of)Niggas say they want beef, you know we gon' pull up straight up and they serve (we pull and serve)Pull up, we lettin' off shots (brr)It's gon' be a murder
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