I need to talk to Mike Laury Hello (Thieves), this is Mike Laury (Thieves) Dubba-AA flexing I´m on these Alright, I´m ready, I´m ready
Woo (Oh), I say murder (Oh, oh) I say, I say they, yeah They ain´t ever fucked with me, yeah Them bitch-ass niggas was playin´ games from the jump Just like these dog-ass hoes Yeah, you already know how it go (This Is The Sound)
I´m wearing these new Diesels fitted (New Diesels) My murder clothes (They my murder clothes) Don´t switch sides to ´em, both my middle fingers, bitch, I ain´t hoe Top tell y´all go step on shit (Step on shit) Told her, "Case closed" I say, "Put that belt on me, I cross five souls"
Jump one from my nine like I´m Whitey Bulger, yeah Play ´round with that, man, we don´t ask or talk much Don´t discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off ´em" (Said I give ´em knowledge) I told my baba that they cannot fault him
Yeah, Channel Nine, this a murder for real Swang that Draco and somebody get killed Grave digger, yeah, they know what it is They gon´ send me to that island, for real Real nigga, he won´t stop if they hate Real hitta, shoot that stick at your face Pall bearer, I been raisin´ the rate Red eye, it won´t be a fair chase Gon´ die for the ride, even though that a life be a risk
In that front, ain´t no stoppin´, I up and I´m poppin´ A nigga might die in this bitch, might die I know ten, ten, shh, fuck how wild it get Brand new .223, it hold a whole hunnid I sit here and put outside of that bitch They ain´t playin´ chase, they be hidin´ from hits Tell the meek, "You gon´ die, my friend" Like I´m broke, start up slidin´ up in it After doin´ the drill, change the firin´ pan PTR with no hollows in it (I´ma bring the hurt style) You a grave digger, you gon´ kill ´em after, we gon´ bury ´em dead Society wanna join, he a straight killer, man
I´m wearing these new Diesels fitted (New Diesels)
My murder clothes (They my murder clothes) Don´t switch sides to ´em, both my middle fingers, bitch, I ain´t hoe Top tell y´all go step on shit (Step on shit) Told her, "Case closed" I say, "Put that belt on me, I cross five souls"
Jump one from my nine like I´m Whitey Bulger, yeah Play ´round with that, man, we don´t ask or talk much Don´t discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off ´em" (Said I give ´em knowledge) I told my baba that they cannot fault him
Feelin´ a´ight, they ain´t fuckin´ with me Mad mane leavin´ blood in the streets Dawg, mane, came only for green
Put it up, we gon´ pray ´fore we feast At the club, searchin´ ´round for one chain Uppin´ one click, more than one in my B We ain´t hit a party, we just scopin´ the scene Talkin´ soon as it end, we gon´ die when they leave About playin´ with me I got my five, fuck H.P.D. I´m in that eye, I´ma shake the scene I´m in that Nawf, ride where you not Where you think there ain´t nothin´, where you prolly sleep Runnin´ circles around everything, plan on catchin´ me Still got no time for anomalies Steady pickin´ out shit, who was sayin´ they gon´ step on me? After the fact, they can´t even breathe
Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh
Jump one from my nine like I´m Whitey Bulger, yeah Play ´round with that, man, we don´t ask or talk much Don´t discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off ´em" (Said I give ´em knowledge) I told my baba that they cannot fault him
Oh, oh, oh, oh (This is the sound) Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh Jump one from my nine like I´m Whitey Bulger, yeah Play ´round with that, man, we don´t ask or talk much