Murda She Wrote

Lyrics

[Intro: 5th] I say murda murda she wrote, murda murda she wrote, ah AR you bodied this one See I put the dick in her throat, I put the dick in her throat, ah This a lil' bit to saucy for them niggas, ah, ah [Chorus: 5th] I say murda, murda she wrote, ah I put the dick in her throat, ah She fuck me good goat, ah She say you seen now whoa Ahh, murda murda no lie Ahh, I don't play both sides I say murda, murda she wrote, ah I put the C in the loc, ah Gettin' bread by the loaf Keep a burner for the toast Pussy niggas do the most Make an opp turn ghost, ahh errr [Verse 1: Bizz Loc] All my life I've been so bad Growing up without no dad Most niggas be funny, they crack jokes but I don't laugh Young boy my chrome blast Diss me and you won't last Bang it up on any block Go to any range and I won't crack Doing time I don't rat If I get knockеd I'll thug it out Turning up when it's war time Thesе other niggas just ran their mouth Knuckle game that's what I'm 'bout Catch an opp I'll snuff him out That's Bizz shit, road life I don't bat 'em up I just gun 'em down Run him up or just run him down Either way ride out Best believe my clip empty, any time that I slide out Eatin' food I grind now, gut big my bitch bad Some of them either gets beat down then fucked up like get mad Stuntin' on me you get jammed You hustle hard, I'm robbin' hard Catch 'em niggas like ten deep Pop it off and then rob 'em all Fuck a problem I solve 'em all Just for the mask that's my class You don't know my name bitch?! Bizz Loc Body Bagz! [Chorus: 5th] I say murda, murda she wrote, ah I put the dick in her throat, ah She fuck me gargle, ah She say you seen now whoa Ahhh, murda murda no lie Ahhh, I don't play both sides I say murda, murda she wrote, ah I put the C in the loc, ah Gettin' bread by the loaf Keep a burner for the toast Pussy niggas do the most Make an opp turn ghost, ahh errr [Verse 2: Bizz Loc] I'm a young nigga, not a dumb nigga Getting paid plenty money Big cake no 1's nigga Open up and I ton niggas Go to war with your OG's Treating niggas like Backwoods when they get lit and then roll trees Flip dope oz's Branched out got more fiends Sonning niggas godfather, gettin' money like Moe Greene Execute your whole team My clip mean your set laided Go to war with a hit list, I murder niggas then check names Big dog great dane Choppin' ho's with fake names Fuck the opps, riding out I gear up but I stay sane Beat it up, bang bang Whippin' hard I slang caine In the streets my name rang Crip crip, gang bang Loc'd out my flag hang I'm throwin' signs my shorty fine Get head from your main bitch I'm rollin' ill, she snortin' lines Shorty say that it's all mine, but we ain't on the same wave though Pimpin' ho's these niggas know I'm ridin' out like Range Rover [Chorus: 5th] I say murda, murda she wrote, ah I put the dick in her throat, ah She fuck me gargle, ah She say you seen now whoa Ahhh, murda murda no lie Ahhh, I don't play both sides I say murda, murda she wrote, ah I put the C in the loc, ah Gettin' bread by the loaf Keep a burner for the toast Pussy niggas do the most Make an opp turn ghost, ahh errr [Outro: Bizz Loc] Smoke that! What's wrong with these niggas Eg-West in the fuckin' building, nigga! It's Bizz Loc! Errrr Goddddd! E Dubz C to the A2A to the YEG all of that gang shit, nigga We the ones that's out here, nigga