Lyrics Murder Rate - 600breezy

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The city's crime statistics for July paint a disturbing picture
Chicago saw a fifty-one percent increase in murders over the last year
WGN has Rob Sneed who is live on the Lake Front
With the latest
Rob (Goddamn, Timate)
Yeah, a community activist I spoke with with told
Me that they're disturbed by that number
They say the violence is out of control
Sippin' Wocky, damn, I miss the Acty
Semis clap
We flip a nigga whip like Twisted Metal Black
These beams came attached
Sticks'll get him back
Chicago Bears

The offence A1 but the defense stacked, nigga
And all you niggas rats, nigga
And most these niggas rats
How you comin'? Bitch, I'm bummin' six
We got six hundred blicks and sixty thousand
Dollars, that's for both my wrists
Rapper bitch
She tried to play me but I know she sick
Lil' ugly bitch, I'm cookin' like Hibachi
How we come with sticks
Lyrical assassin, ride with hammers patient
Givin' out smoke, all these niggas cancer patients
I don't rap
I'm sayin', huh
We on they ass
That's daily, huh
Appearance flawless in the trap, that's the
That pay me, huh
Appearance flawless in the
Lemme talk to 'em, huh
FN bullets walk through him
Put the chalk to him, nigga, look
Huh
I just be really talkin' to these niggas though, huh
I don't be knowin' what these niggas thought
They all soft and that jewelry fake as hell
They need to take it off
I still send assault, I miss to get it off
And I'm buyin' all the green, bitch, I'm Ricky Ross
We won the game when we lost the toss
It hurt the heart when we lost Leonard
Niggas bitches, need a leotard
I lost my fuckin' mind, I go retar-ded, huh
These niggas got me started
Loafin' with them niggas, bitch
You might be a target, huh, look, nigga
And we ain't the ones they better play
Shit this every day, we cookin' shit on camera
I know Rachael Ray, huh
I gotta a lot to say but I ain't sayin' much
Don't play with us
From everyway we bust your homie angel dust
And again Holmes could not emphasize enough
If you see something
If you see crime happening
In your neighborhood call police
Reporting live, Rob Sneed, WGN News
Alright, Rob
Every time I break down I just stop
You know
I just get to talkin' to niggas
So they can really understand me, nigga, huh
In Miami on a yacht with six bitches
Check came in, I bought up all the switches
Young nigga movin' trees, I love Christmas
Parkway
Live from Jackson
Mississippi in the motherfuckin' trenches
What you know 'bout it? Nigga, huh
What you know 'bout it? Nigga, huh
Look, MTV to VH1
Swear to God I had my way with any pretty bitch I want
Got these pussy niggas shakin' like a fuckin' strip joint
And that last nigga we smoked we broke the board
Fuck a point
Bitch, we won at this point, nigga, huh
We really won this shit, man
This shit over with, man
I'm just really pickin' on you niggas
Grr, bop
Gang shit, nigga, huh