Текст песни Murda - Slim Thug

Its about to be a murder
Its about to be a murder
Its about to be a murder
First 48 nigga
Niggas kill down here in that texas
So pussy nigga think about it before you start plexing
I hit up garden city stop in that grey section
Pick up my nigga dre I heard boys talking reckless
We both got the tek will check and got the k
This bitch he fucking with told me where them niggas stay
And word around town they was planning on jacking
So we going to ride down and see what the fuck is happening
They rob my nigga black for a hundred and two bricks
And bosses don't take losses I'm going to get up in they shit
Peek around the corner saw they cars in the yard
They all posted up smoking weed with some broads
I let my window down and let them niggas see my face
Started busting shots they was all over the place
Leaving no witnesses I ain't trying to catch a case
Thats what you niggas get for trying to get up in my safe
Its the first 48
Its about to be a murder
Its about to be a murder
Its about to be a murder
First 48 nigga
Ran up in they house we about to jack the jackers
Gotta make the shit quick before them laws catch us
Had them niggas stash buy packs full of cash
Bricks in the attic now we out the door fast
Hopped up in the car one of them was still moving
Ran his ass over like fuck it kept cruising
Got rid of the car next heading to the spot
Time to count this money up lets see what the fuck we got
Now that we have the meal
That was all the deal
And thats without the jewelry plus the six bricks steel
We split it four ways one sixty five a piece
So shit we hit a lick and came up in the streets
And even though them niggas know my clique hit that lick
Them laws ain't gone do shit cause ain't nobody snitch
So its down for questioning but ain't nobody talking
Its another open case and now everybody walking
Its the first 48
Its about to be a murder
Its about to be a murder
Its about to be a murder
First 48 niggas
Its about to be a murder
Its about to be a murder
Its about to be a murder
First 48 niggas
Heey see the moral to the motherfucking story is
No matter what the fuck you do man
When the laws get you in that motherfucking room man
Dont fold up man
Theirs only one way out of this shit you know what I'm sayin
And thats shut the fuck up man
Snitches go to jail to man believe that
Shut the fuck up