Murder

Lyrics

[Intro: Craig Xen] Woke up like whose face am I gon' fuck up today Anybody wanna get into it with me, I'ma get into it with 'em I'ma leave 'em to lay Ayy, yeah that shit's smackin', nigga Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah We can clip all that shit Look, ayy, ayy, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, yuh [Verse: Craig Xen, wifisfuneral, both] Bitch, I woke up like whose face am I gon' fuck up today Anybody wanna get into it with me, I'ma get into it with 'em, I'ma leave 'em to lay Ok, I woke up like this morning who I'm fin' kill today Break bread on the face, smoke a blunt full of blood and then I paint me a way Yeah it's that murder, murder, leave 'em hurtin' Pull up on 'em whippin' in a black Suburban Ayo for certain, fuck nigga lurkin' Spit like a hundred round drum now he squirmin' Glock .45 when I move on the low Ok I think it's safe to say the devil's got my soul Ok now move out with that work, I got the work on the low Diamonds white like Mike Tyson got the "K" and the "O." Got that AK, gotta let it spray Gotta let the choppa chop up his face Man down, hundred round Drummin' like a motherfuckin' high school band I be like "Hey say, bitch, come my way Finna knock your ass back to yesterday" Way hate? I'm pumping brakes They say I'm too psycho in my brain Psycho in the brain, woke up entertained Like who the fuck strap this straight jacket? When I find buddy I'ma let 'em have it Woke up this morning and prayed to my ratchet Fuck on a bad bitch right deep I'm a addict (Ayy) Damn, it's affect to the bands in my attic (Yeah, ayy) Momma ain't know she was raising a savage (Bitch, ayy) Band outta can, gotta get another band And indeed another grand, hunnid grand what I'm after To the afterlife I be a demonized goddamn shady bastard Scratch on the palm of my hand Breakin' laws of the land, committed to die living insane With a blade six inches, influencin' Death to any and everybody against us [Outro: Craig Xen] (Ooh) yeah Snapped on that bitch, yeah Diablo on the beat, bitch Ayy