Текст песни Murder 2.0 - Lil Darius , Anti Da Menace

Kutta, cut that shit off, man
(Blaa)

My side done tax, so many heads you think we did hair
They slide once we slide five, we don't play it fair (bla, bla)
And when they seein' lil' Darius, fuck it we take it there
You might not make it in rap, fuck it I hit the trap
Like I ate some nasty food, I make that chopper spit
My whole side throwing up that gang, you think my potna sick?
I see 12 start going bananas, I think I got a split
223, 556 lil' anti put 'em on they shit (blaa)

Ion' shoot at houses, walk down face 'em I'm gon hit my mans
Ion' even smoke, but I think that opps is my favorite strand
Brother got a 40, I got a nine, ion' hit nun but tens
I'm like Beyblades and DJs and ceiling fans all I know is spin
Hurricane they block, they say they shark so we gon' drown the opps
He thought he was bout to fuck, she set 'em up, I took off his top
Like balloons it's up, it's stuck, when we get started, we don't never stop
Horny, I thought he was finna get some pussy
That boy done sent the drop (bla, bla)
(Damn twin why the fuck you send the drop with yo' dumb ass?)

(Bow)
We done, caught his ass, it ain't no coming back
Half and half, whatever them boys got we can go back to back
I'm busy throwing bullets, man them pussies can't even leave a scratch (bla)

My side done tax, so many heads you think we did hair
They slide once we slide five, we don't play it fair (bla, bla)
And when they seein' lil' Darius, fuck it we take it there
You might not make it in rap, but fuck it, I hit the trap
Like I ate some nasty food, I make that chopper spit
My whole side throwing up that gang, you think my potna sick?
I see 12 start going bananas, I think I got a split
223, 556 lil' anti put 'em on they shit (blaa)
(They shit twin)

They know not to play, I be quick to spray my Drake
Play with gang, we split yo face, this shit get wicked in the A
This the west, wear yo vest if you got some opps around then
Grab yo' Glock, make sure they stretch
If they moving outta town, then buy a box and handle that
Say, gang, what the fuck these niggas thought?
I swear all my shit be bought, a thousand pounds say they the law
Before I signed the deal this shit was up the run, was good enough

I can go up with five hundred cash, I put this car on my bluff
He don't play me, that lil' boy gon have to spray me
My lil' dog be trippin', have 'em bite yo' ass and give you rabies
Whip out blick like papadoc
APD can't stop this car, GSP can't stop it either
I get mad and blow my heater

(Blaa)
My side done tax, so many heads you think we did hair (we did hair)
They slide once we slide five, we don't play it fair (bla, bla)
And when they seein' lil' Darius, fuck it we take it there
You might not make it in rap, fuck it I hit the trap
Like i ate some nasty food, i make that chopper spit
My whole side throwing up that gang, you think my potna sick?
I see 12 start going bananas, I think I got a split
223, 556 lil' anti put 'em on they shit
(They shit twin)