Текст песни Murder Onze - Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Junior
M.A.F.I.A.
- Murder
Onze
Intro:
Cheek
Del
Vec
Uhh
(what?)
Trife
& Larceny
in
the
fuckin
house
(uhh)
My
nigga
Klep
in
the
fuckin
house
(Kleptomaniac)
And
me
(uhh
uhh)
Cheek
Del
Vec
(Del
Vec
aight)
Aight!
(One
love)
Uhh
check
it
(Snake
killin
ass
niggas
JM
one
love)
Verse
1:
Del
Vec
Kleptomaniac
Del
Vec
little
niggas
pushing
Landcruiser
jeeps
Gettin
blunted
all
day
every
day
of
the
week
Nights
in
Maxima′s
and
Acura's
Got
bitches
drivin
929
Mazda′s,
Tammy
and
Rhonda
Drivin
rope
down
south
in
the
Honda
I'm
behind
her
in
the
Pathfinder
Gettin
blunted,
my
nigga
need
all,
the
XL
600
Ridin
smoothly
playin
low-key,
watch
my
bitch
With
the
brick
in
the
Civic
sellin
mad
weight
Outta
state
and
shit,
I
can't
wait
til
this
record
shit
is
straight
So
we
can
recuperate,
get
the
dough
and
I′m
gone
Motherfuckers
fear
me,
I
blow
up
spots
like
Ed
Leary
Violent
pro′s
even
with
guns
like
Sharon
Stone
Mack
ass
nigga
strikes
again,
chalk
my
win
Kleptomaniac
attracts
CREAM
stacks
from
eight
pens
And
sticky
hands
wit
crazy
glue
like
finger
tips
shoplift
Or
pass
crews
on
mountain
bikes
bustin
four-fifths
Diamond
Vagettes,
Rolex
for
the
bitch,
flex
And
maxin
de
Moet,
signin
my
signature
on
cheques
Crime
motherfuckin
pays
when
you
know
what
you're
doin
And
gettin
loops
since
niggas
was
rockin
Hawaiian
suits
What?
Don′t
shoot
*gun
shot*
leave
ya
family
upset
Tight
the
trip
DT's,
chasin
down
robbery
suspect
Chorus:
Larceny
Murder
Onez
to
get
the
Fonz
and
fast
to
die
young
JM
motherfucker,
go
get
your
guns
Murder
Onez
to
get
the
Fonz
and
fast
to
die
young
JM
motherfucker,
go
get
your
guns
*Repeat*
Verse
2:
Trife,
Larceny
Gettin
richer
cos
I
move
coke
and
bust
quicker
Bitches
get
richer,
jealous
niggas
wanna
hit′cha
Stashin
my
guns
to
protect
my
ones
I
see
the
cash
flow,
torch
it
I
blast,
you
know
how
it
go
In
the
5-double
0 SL
Puffin
L's
lit
while
Larce
loadin
shells
in
the
clip
Snakes-murder
men
formin
plots
Lickin
shots
outta
drop
tops
and
it
don′t
stop
Us
from
gettin
the
Luchicreno
My
clique
tight
like
gambino's
stickin
casinos
Bussin
down
kilos,
me
and
Trife
for
life
JM
shorty's
on
the
run
Cocksucker
go
get
your
guns
Chorus
x
1/2
Verse
3:
Klep,
Del
Vec,
Trife
I
smoke
so
much
weed,
I
know
my
lungs
is
fucked
up
Stick
guns
I
get′cha,
spit
sperm
when
I
cum
Party
done,
use
to
hustle
bubble
With
concealed
capsules
under
my
tongue
til
my
mouth
got
numb
Now
I
watch
my
back
like
spighty
sense
was
tinglin
Minglin
in
clubs
with
Jm
puffin
on
mo′
teams
Don't
oppose
me,
shit
ain′t
rosy
Murderin-lyrical
gangsta
like
Ini
Kamoze
Del
Vec
project
was
set
down
south
with
two
Tek
I
murdered
that,
we
got
mad
respect
Sheisty
niggas
and
vicars
puffin
20's
and
50′s
on
the
block
I
got
shit
on
lock
in
Little
Rock
My
bitch
got
knocked,
she
sold
to
a
undercover
cop
Went
to
jail,
put
the
Benz
up
for
bail
Now
I'm
fucked
up
in
the
cut
I
got
to
move
to
a
diff′rent
state
to
make
some
quick
bucks
As
I
look
around
me,
dead
bodies
surround
me
Part
of
drug
dealin-killin
millions
to
make
millions
Sittin
on
top,
tote
Glocks
Smokin
pounds
and
phillies
by
the
box,
gettin
head
on
the
yacht
Presidential
rollin,
watch
hos
clock
me
wit
tha
420
Bodyin
motherfuckers
for
this
money
Chorus
x2
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