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PERFORMING ARTISTS
eLVy the God
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luis Melendez
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Free Speedy Gang
[Verse 2]
They yelling murder murder around the corner
Someone call the police and tell 'em a mans down
See the opps peeping, lurking, they hiding behind the curtains
If you looking hot, we gon' come through and find ya down
They yelling murder murder around the corner
Someone call the police and tell 'em a mans down
See the oops peeping, lurking, they hiding behind the curtains
If you looking hot, we gon' come through and find ya down
[Verse 3]
Only fuck with certain **** so keep your distance away from me
I don't put my trust in **** 'cause **** hate and they creep
You never know, your main homie might wack you up in your sleep
That's from Zizi, got some goons that'll clap you **** for free
Tangy tongue, watch your mouth before we end up on your land
You know we brought them thangs with us,
Leave you frozen where you stand
Like it's freeze tag, ****
We gon' see what you gon' do when that heat blast, ****
Got killers everywhere around me, free them grant goons out the country
And my youngies out the alley hole for blowing poles
If you pull up on the land, you gon' meet a couple shottas
All you gon' hear is (Bloaw, bloaw)
Ain't no one gonna know who shot ya
When we get through with you pussy ass ****
Now mighty hot around the block doing investigations
No, they won't ever solve the problem to this situation
[Verse 4]
Murder murder around the corner
Someone call the police and tell 'em a mans down
See the oops peeping, lurking, they hiding behind the curtains
If you looking hot, we gon' come through and find ya down
They yelling murder murder around the corner
Someone call the police and tell 'em a mans down
See the oops peeping, lurking, they hiding behind the curtains
If you looking hot, we gon' come through and find ya down
[Verse 5]
Welcome to Chiraq, heartless savages runnin' around town
**** raping and robbing while shorties tryna gun shit down
I'm swimming from the sand to the surface praying that I don't drown
**** funny nowadays, I swear these **** some clowns
I ain't even up yet and these **** runnin' they mouth
Yeah, I'ma keep 'em upset, I'm a fire you can't put out
Bitch it's a drought, pistol whip 'em with the stick hanging out
Most these **** think we flexing for clout
We really out here, come to see what we about
Matter fact, we gon' have to slide on ya
No words, we just gon' have to open fire on ya
Now you on the ground, your homies can't help to find you
[Verse 6]
I'm not the judge, but I throw down them hammers
A fuck with my squad but you goin' bananas
We cocking them yammas, shells knock you out your pajamas
Goons on the loose, look like my **** came outta the zoo
Ain't no telling when them hollows hit you
She loving the crew but not on the weekend
So if I up her roll, I bet that bitch freak and I roll
I roll with them Ricans, you know we be tweaking
My **** be feigning to catch them an opp
Blow one off top, pop a skully call it jack in the box
I'm always lurking, tryna catch me an opp
This shit won't stop, this 50 shot'll make 'em run out they socks
So tell the opps come through and it's gon be a motherfucking murder
(Murder, murder, murder)
Written by: Luis Melendez