Songtexte Murder - Caliber

Caliber in the streets, Biardi on the beat, most high

Ready to smash your spot, better grab your Glock
Tonight's gonna be murder
Ready with them hollow shots on your own block
Tonight's gonna be murder
Ready to smash your spot, better grab your Glock
Tonight's gonna be murder
Ready with them hollow shots on your own block
Tonight's gonna be murder

Crack a forty and I'm sipping on a Coosa shot
Right then I hear the sound of the metal pop
Why the fuck do I feel the pain?
Visuals of a dead homie stuck in the brain
No escape from this game, I was stuck in a maze
And they wonder why I'm heavy, one's full of the rage
Friends, family, down on us
And you think I'm gon' roll without making a bust
'Cause the means of lust, turning you into dust
Payback with the chrome hollow point's a must
Gotta make you bleed, fuck you and your seeds
Watch you spit at your grave while I roll up the weed
Slow down while I turn up the speed
You bow down while I raise up my sleeve
Knock you down if you step up to me
Go ahead and take your damn shots
Last decision you'll make, 'cause I'm here to take your damn spot

Ready to smash your spot, better grab your Glock
Tonight's gonna be murder
Ready with them hollow shots on your own block
Tonight's gonna be murder
Ready to smash your spot, better grab your Glock
Tonight's gonna be murder
Ready with them hollow shots on your own block
Tonight's gonna be murder

Now you know you done fucked up now
Straight headed for a place where it's spiritual
Darkness fills your place, you're a fucking disgrace
Say something, I'll put a smack to your face
Put you back in your place, make your heart start to race
Thirteen seconds 'til the start of the chase
Just keep up with the pace, repping the brown waist
The more that we hope, the more for the crime rate
It's all in the mind state, don't give in to bitch hate
Grab the .45 and let off in your damn face
Why the fuck would you test me, dawg?
Now you're testifying for my gauge showing off
And the message fall off, leave your body blood dripping
With your hand on your cross, play with me and I hand you your loss
Rolled up and tossed
The fear's your life, and you're paying the cost

Ready to smash your spot, better grab your Glock
Tonight's gonna be murder
Ready with them hollow shots on your own block
Tonight's gonna be murder
Ready to smash your spot, better grab your Glock
Tonight's gonna be murder
Ready with them hollow shots on your own block
Tonight's gonna be murder

I got the Mexican Eagle on my arm 'cause I'm prideful
So my Desert Eagle arms, that ain't doubtful
Need iron? Get a mouthful
Looks like you got a blindfold, 'cause you can't see me
All my life born and raised in these LA streets
Pain and joy mixed up like coke and Hennessy
And we sipping all night, got the chrome on sight
Young G's gotta eat so I grabbed the mic
And treat it like I would my gun
When I bust, motherfuckers run
I'm on fire, burning like the flaming sun
Won't stop 'til my life is done
Four-fifth or the Magnum
Ready Willy, so don't start shit
Your flatline's in my clip and there ain't no tough dick
There's no coming back, and what you call a wetback
Will leave you with a wet back, so just step back

Ready to smash your spot, better grab your Glock
Tonight's gonna be murder
Ready with them hollow shots on your own block
Tonight's gonna be murder
Ready to smash your spot, better grab your Glock
Tonight's gonna be murder
Ready with them hollow shots on your own block
Tonight's gonna be murder
Ready to smash your spot, better grab your Glock
Tonight's gonna be murder
Ready with them hollow shots on your own block
Tonight's gonna be murder

Yeah, nothing but heat rocks in this motherfucker
Biardi productions, man, not to be fucked with
Caliber, not to be fucked with
Most high, not to be fucked with
Yeah, nothing but
Murder