Murder Scene

Yea
Don Chilleone got something for you. Lets get it nigga

Keepin' it G until the day that I die
This for my hustlers on the block puttin' in overtime
My self made dames not focusing on being housewives
This what you been missin
The aura known as chill is deprived, ya energy gettin weak
I'm tryna keep the product floodin' the streets
You know it's a murder scene when ARMORED SOUND on the beat
The end result of my opposing rivalry is deceased, a guarantee
You gon be dead and gone fuckin' with DON CHiLLEONE

In a city where the good die young
Savages that occupy their waist with a gun, smoke weed by the ton
I made some bad choices when i was young
The pain got numb when I stuff that jack frost in a blunt
When I'm in the building
Business is business get out cha feelings
When it come to that money mission illegal dealing
Multiple reasons why these niggas end up sleepin' in fishes
Either snitchin' exposing riches or fucking with stupid bitches
Do you know the cost to be a boss
To keep it movin' whether its a victory or a loss
To siphon up the real or fake people you come across
Grippin' the pistol cause niggaz hate when they see you floss
It's premeditated if you fuck with my medication
Smoke a couple zips, plot on some chips, fuck a vacation
Ya bitch down to ride for Chilleone incorporated
Chapter 1 nigga understand that this is history in the making

Keepin' it G until the day that I die
This for my hustlers on the block puttin' in overtime
My self made dames not focusing on being housewives
This what you been missin
The aura known as chill is deprived, ya energy gettin weak
I'm tryna keep the product floodin' the streets
You know it's a murder scene when ARMORED SOUND on the beat
The end result of my opposing rivalry is deceased, a guarantee
You gon be dead and gone fuckin' with DON CHiLLEON

Shit yo hold on man the DON ain't done with them niggaz
Yet man bring em back over here I got some shit to say to em

Mastermind with a classic rhyme and these
Lame niggaz try to fantasize but never grind
I see it all the time
I possess some real eyes that realize all of the real lies
These niggaz put in these lame lines, end up in homicides
Are you livin' ya life or you tryna live another
You flexin' or keepin' ya income undercover
You callin em ya niggaz or ya brothers
Are you sexin' with protection or fuckin minus the rubbers, nigga fuck it
Paying no type of mind to my discussion
Criticizing deciding whether or not this nigga buzzin
Does his fit go with the kicks
Is he pushin the fastest whip
Is he fuckin the baddest bitch
Is he puffin' a bag of cannabis
What's the roster of his clique
Who write lines and empty clips
Spit rhymes or whippin' bricks
Smoke pine or syrup sip
Streets flooded with killaz thug niggaz and drug dealers
That don't mind poppin ya top have you leakin for skrilla in the villa
A broken heart can turn you to a gorilla
Southside on the rise where ammo cases turn into litter
Chilleone nigga we sleep with fingers on triggas
Smoke on the throne nigga

Keepin' it G until the day that I die
This for my hustlers on the block puttin' in overtime
My self made dames not focusing on being housewives
This what you been missin
The aura known as chill is deprived ya energy gettin weak
I'm tryna keep the product floodin' the streets
You know it's a murder scene when ARMORED SOUND on the beat
The end result of my opposing rivalry is deceased a guarantee
You gon be dead and gone fuckin' with DON CHiLLEONE

Yea DO CHiLLEONE Remember that shit next time nigga
Who bringin' that chill shit back That be the Godfather nigga
Armored Sound on the rise
CHiLL