Текст песни Dying Down - Mike Mills feat. PopFromThaBlokk

It's Murda Ave Millie
Trap my way to a Billie
My trap stay jumping
That's why my pockets never silly
And y'all shit
Clientele ain't shopping
Ya work they ain't copping
Ya team ain't popping
So now y'all
Just like some fake niggas
Cant hold ya weight niggas
I was born great Nigga
And you just
Fuck Niggas ain't allowed
In section while I'm flexing
Popping bottles acting reckless
Y'all just
Stop jocking me
You could never copy me
Boy for a Quarter P
I'll have yo ass
In the ground Nigga
I really run my town Nigga
From The East to The 4
My shooters have you
This is not game
Homeboy we takin aim
You better stay in yo lane
Or you'll be
This ya last warning
My niggas really on it
I make victims out my opponents Nigga

It's Murda Ave Mills and you know I don't play around
One false move and I'll have them boys lay you down
Head Shots, Body Shots, Ether way we'll air you out
You don't want war with me I'll have ya team crossed out
It's PFTB boy
PopFromThaBlidadida
100 In the half moon
Underneath the blikka nigga
Head shot, Body shot
Like I'm training ridick nigga
Poppin off brazy
Really pray to god you wit it nigga

Spint Tha blokk
Hoped out
I ain't doin no drive bys
Cuz if you wanna kill a nigga
Look em in the eyes
I'm on one tonite
Who tryna get to heaven
Had 50 flyin like
Flight 187
Told pop sit this one out
This here Dezid
So bring out all the mops
White sheets and stretchers
Somebody gotta die
Feel like a biggie record
Box em in
Set fire to all exits
Watch it burn from
Behind the lenses
Wit a smirk
Thinkin how a small flame
Grew In mere seconds
Couple of pictures
I could paint you
Niggaaaaa
I Up the blikka
Ima paint you
Everybody killaz
But tht ain't you
You ain't runnin wit gorillas
Boy the chased you
If you survived the shots
B grateful
But I'm spinnin back around
To deface you

It's Murda Ave Mills and you know I don't play around
One false move and I'll have them boys lay you down
Head Shots, Body Shots, Ether way we'll air you out
You don't want war with me I'll have ya team crossed out
It's PFTB boy
PopFromThaBlidadida
100 In the half moon
Underneath the blikka nigga
Head shot. Body shot
Like I'm training ridick nigga
Poppin off brazy
Really pray to god you wit it nigga

Never heard of bail or jail
Only Wins I never fail
Smoking On The Flames from hell
Take a sniff Hello Sale
Hello J's Hello Plays
Getting cash hella ways
Mutherfuck a 9-5
I could never be a slave
Mutherfuck a time clock
I rather make niggas time stop
If you ain't fam or from my hood
You better check ya time Ock
I'm just a trapper havin fun
Never scared to tote my gun
If this ain't the hood you claim
Bitch you better fuckin run
Bitch you better hop skip jump
Know my Youngins got that pump
Nigga I don't do no fronts
Better have yo cash up front
Bitch don't call my phone trippin
Especially when I'm pack flippin
Used to move it g for g
Now nothing less then a quarter p
Pay attention when I'm spittin
This that free game that I'm pitching
Every bar has precision
Taking aim is half the mission
Bang on site don't ask permission
That 45 will have you limpin
Yea it's a beam on that strap
So Nigga ain't no fucking missin

It's Murda Ave Mills and you know I don't play around
One false move and I'll have them boys lay you down
Head Shots, Body Shots, Ether way we'll air you out
You don't want war with me I'll have ya team crossed out
It's PFTB boy
PopFromThaBlidadida
100 In the half moon
Underneath the blikka nigga
Head shot. Body shot
Like I'm training ridick nigga
Poppin off brazy
Really pray to god you wit it nigga