Текст песни Murder - L'A Capone

Let's get it man. Team 600.Shout out to L'A, shout out to Lil DeE, shout out to M-Thang. Steve Drive, D-Block shit man. Let's get it, Tay600. You know how we rocking man. Shaq City shit. R.I.P and free the guys man

You with the shit, get murdered
You talking slick, get murdered
Murder me, it's unheard of
On your block it's a murder
Man down, that's a murder
We send shots, it's a murder
Fuck the opps, we do murders
My block got murders
You with the shit, get murdered
You talking slick, get murdered
Murder me, it's unheard of
On your block it's a murder
Man down, that's a murder
We send shots, it's a murder
You with the shit, get murdered
Talking slick, get murdered

Hole in his head he a dolphin
You ain't trying to get it, I ain't with it, stop talking
See us or run, now it's done, now we hawking
Get away, now I'm in your gangway stalking, stop it
Young hot head gone pop it
Team 600 taking off like a rocket
Big XD, can't fit it in the pocket
Bank roll shorty, can't fit it in the wallet
Whole team lurking, everybody want a body
We do this, do that, they copy
Tell your bitch I only want toppy
And if she bite she gone think I'm Rocky
Fast life shit, doing hits out a Mazi
Foreign little bitch, she a walking Ferrari
Killed your man, well damn I'm sorry
I don't remember, I was off that molly, probably

You with the shit, get murdered
You talking slick, get murdered
Murder me, it's unheard of
On your block it's a murder
Man down, that's a murder
We send shots, it's a murder
Fuck the opps, we do murders
My block got murders
You with the shit, get murdered
You talking slick, get murdered
Murder me, it's unheard of
On your block it's a murder
Man down, that's a murder
We send shots, it's a murder
You with the shit, get murdered
Talking slick, get murdered

Lame ass nigga be quiet
What you smoke, it stink, it's quiet
What I smoke, it stink, I'm tired
He get poked, don't go get fried
I'm the same nigga who you seen on the drive
Popped me a pill and got everything live
Coming out the cut with the gun to the side
Switched the keys to cars, bloody inside
Coming better blow, D-Block can't go
Call Numbanine yeah that's little bro
Got a lot of niggas, Lil Dee gone blow
I can't forget JB gone blow
Heavy artillery, he can get smoked
Niggas all jittery, he ain't gone blow
He ain't really 'bout that life, I know
I done watched all these little niggas grow