Mo Murda

When you get money like I do, then they gon' think you 'luminati

Lost Money Du, now I'm back sipping juice, I ain't been linking with nobody

Screaming, "Murda, murda, mo' murda!

Mo' murda, murda, mo' murda!

Mo' murda, murda, mo' murda!"

Dumping ashes at your grave, I rolled this blunt up on the Bible

Wish I was with you everyday, my lil' bro think I'm suicidal

Since the day you left, shit never been right

They blame me for your death, say I sacrificed your life

I should've been the one that's dead instead, with a bullet in my head

Starting to think they right

When you get money like I do, then they gon' think you 'luminati

Lost Money Du, now I'm back sipping juice, I ain't been linking with nobody

Screaming, "Murda, murda, mo' murda!

Mo' murda, murda, mo' murda!

Mo' murda, murda, mo' murda!"

Berettas, Dracos, and burners

Mo' murda, murda, mo' murda!

Mo' murda, murda, mo' murda!

Mo' murda, murda, mo' murda!

Gon' sure raise hell for my brother

Dumping ashes at your grave, I rolled this blunt up on the Bible

Wish I was with you everyday, my lil' bro think I'm suicidal

Loading switches, toting rifles

Like, how you let them take my brother?

Malicious thoughts, we kill for hire

We scream mo' money and mo' murda

Since the day you left, shit never been right

They blame me for your death, say I sacrificed your life

I should've been the one that's dead instead, with a bullet in my head

Starting to think they right

When you get money like I do, then they gon' think you 'luminati

Lost Money Du, now I'm back sipping juice

I'ma let your daughter live but your son gotta die

Murda, murda, mo' murda!

Mo' murda, murda, mo' murda!

Mo' murda, murda, mo' murda!

Berettas, Dracos, and burners

Fuck Karma, I'ma take it up with God

I'm not an angel or a saint, if I can't get through heaven gates

You can send me down to hell with the guys

Fucking bitches, smoking weed, toting fye

Look, it's hard to tell a youngin' slow down, stop killing

I lost my brother and my friend, I understand and I feel 'em

You got a choice to take the stand and raise your hand and be a witness

Or you could be a suspect and turn this killer to a victim

I know sometimes I rap on tracks and I can contradict

Gun, smoke, murder, drugs like a hypocrite

I never tell you what to do, I only tell you what I does

Big Loc-ing with the cuz, I'm a hypo-crip

You will never know the pain of a murder victim, Mama

Sudden death hook your brain, suicidal, causing trauma

F&N, beretta, sigs, you put one up in his wig

What about the **** kids growing up without a father?

Let go and let Christ, like it's supposed to make it right

Yeah, motherfucking right, how the fuck is that gonna solve it?

Don't give a fuck about a pastor, God forgive, and I don't

They say Black lives matter, well my black ops don't

Say you your brothers keeper, is you down to do the time?

You get caught up by them people, you gonna snitch and drop a dime?

You got the drop it, time to slide, are you gonna hop up in that ride?

I know some **** saying chill, let it ride, let it slide

Same **** never kill, never ride, never slide

Better do it for your sister, for your brother, for your mother

You don't do it for your loved ones, better do it for your pride

I'ma let your daughter live, but your son gotta die

Fuck Karma, I'ma take it up with God

I'm not an angel or a saint, if I can't get through heaven gates

You can send me down to hell with the guys

Fucking bitches, smoking weed, toting fye

It's hard to tell a youngin' slow down, stop the killing

I lost my brother and my friends, I understand and I feel 'em

I know sometimes I rap on tracks and Icontradict

Gun, smoke, murder, drugs like a hypocrite

You gotta get back for your folks, I respect that shit the most

Big crippin' with the locs, I'm a hypo-crip