Murder man, murder man, I´ve been talkin´ to the devil Step on shit and get ´em gone, now who the fuck gon´ come and help you? These niggas be bitch-made, claimin´ they just active like they some steppers Huh, rich shooter, Christian Dior when I´m steppin´, bitch, go get your rep up He bought a vest, lil´ buddy dumb as hell, like I just don´t shoot neck up Drop the pants, huh, we put belt to ass, this shit far from checkups Suburban my block, ride ´round with a Glock, hot shit, can´t wait to catch ´em Oh, he too bad, he think he steppin´, he just met the devil
Uh, I´m in that ´Iami in the C8, nigga, we don´t use Berettas, we some soul catchers In my city, if the smoke real, better have that bitch on you if you taking your mama to breakfast Murder rate risin´ in my city, nigga, if I point my finger, the Foxes´ll catch you I got that shit on me in traffic with twenty-two thousand, a Glock, and a fuckin´ Beretta (Bitch) The Cadillac truck came with pipes, call this bitch a ´Lac-Hawk slash fuckin´ catcher It give me Trackhawk vibes, body jerk back and forth as I tap the pedal Know you seen all that shit Bagg gave me in January, spent that shit in January You ask my city, don´t play Fatt Fox with that cheese, he´ll get you sent to the cemetery
Murder man, murder man, I´ve been talkin´ to the devil Step on shit and get ´em gone, now who the fuck gon´ come and help you? These niggas be bitch-made, claimin´ they just active like they some steppers Huh, rich shooter, Christian Dior when I´m steppin´, bitch, go get your rep up He bought a vest, lil´ buddy dumb as hell, like I just don´t shoot neck up Drop the pants, huh, we put belt to ass, this shit far from checkups Suburban my block, ride ´round with a Glock, hot shit, can´t wait to catch ´em Oh, he too bad, he think he steppin´, he just met the devil
Yeah, I´m in a bulletproof truck right now, still paranoid like they come through cars I seen a lot of fuck niggas get that chalk, get killed or go stop that whore Fed trippin´, they done did some sweeps in the hood, no cap, I´m still comin´ (Yeah) Whoopty-whoop, he just put a fifty on a nigga´s top, that´s real money Big VM, real headhunter, slap the shit out a nigga, real street pummel Gotta watch what I say on this song ´cause this street shit real, these niggas just rhyme better (Yeah) When them niggas got dropped, nigga, I ain´t did it (Yeah), we ain´t buyin´ no bodies, we buyin´ titties Brodie gon´ shoot an assist, he a real MVP, nickname Scott Pippen (Yeah)
Nigga (Nigga)
Murder man, murder man, I´ve been talkin´ to the devil Step on shit and get ´em gone, now who the fuck gon´ come and help you? These niggas be bitch-made, claimin´ they just active like they some steppers Huh, rich shooter, Christian Dior when I´m steppin´, bitch, go get your rep up He bought a vest, lil´ buddy dumb as hell, like I just don´t shoot neck up Drop the pants, huh, we put belt to ass, this shit far from checkups Suburban my block, ride ´round with a Glock, hot shit, can´t wait to catch ´em Oh, he too bad, he think he steppin´, he just met the devil