Murder We Wrote

Lyrics

[Intro: Apocalipps & Sha Gotti] Fronting Yo, when you fronting son? I'ma murder one of y'all dudes Hot shot one, now that niggas maggot food Forty-fifth'll make a nigga change his attitude Rapid fire, trying to hit him off this latitude [Verse 1: Apocalipps & Sha Gotti] My crew be living like Kings but we ain't Latin You don't know the half like the motherfucking fraction Tough actin like Tinactin, breaking backs in Fatigue gear, blood on my boots, no more fashion Trust me son, Ruthless you don't wanna battle 'Cause you'll be up shits creek without a fucking paddle The heat is guarantee to seat you like a saddle Me and the God, we bringing beef like cattle Avoiding snakes that rattle rat tails that tattle Paranoid, getting ice grilled by the double barrel Know what they say about these scared cats, tell everyone But I got guns to make 'em really run, you hear me son? Now here's the plan, clear the block it's like that Because they said they got gats, you think I fear that? I hear that, procrastinate or retaliate, you'll never win The crews' in Timbs, I knock you all down like roller blades Eh yo my gat is contagious, watch out you might catch it Come in my town, think twice 'cause shit is hectic What!? You think you cutting, you ain't saying nothing Slit you from your fucking forehead to your belly button Who you be? Sha Gotti, always busting a shotti And fucking your hottie, you walk in a [?] High as hell, beam up like Scotty, rock my hair knotty Eighty cops can't stop me so anybody try me No doubt, put your best man up, I kick his ass too And bash you, and get my fucking nut off like cashew I don't get down with these clowns 'cause they don't know me Just hold me down and watch me bust 'em down just like a stogie What? Guns I tote, amateurs take note Then you can quote/unquote It's Murder We Wrote we murdered this son [Chorus: Apocalipps, Sha Gotti, Infa-Red & Blizzard] If you test us, nigga you won't pass On these Shaolin streets, nigga you won't last It's murder on tape, body bags, mental tags Niggas don't know the half my whole crew ready to blast [Verse 2: Infa-Red & Blizzard] Even the realest niggas a-cry, fake ass niggas a-lie But the Stakes is High like De La, that's probably why We all locked down in the streets Looking for the key, grab the heat and shot and release I'm sick of the beast, tired of these motherfuckers harassing Disturbing the blunt passing I see life flashing and techs cashing Laced in fatigue fashion, my team asking, what time kids be blasting? Smashing anything in sight for the right price, quick to pull a heist Got your niggas resortin' to christ, so think twice While me and my man, we kick the logic I'm from the psychotic project Lay me game down so we can get the prophet Stop it, you don't want, it's Inf' the first blunted Blizzard The fifth I puff lye to overcome it and turn into a savage When I was young I used to see bullets fly past my carriage And not the average, we still trying to live lavish Ruthless Bastards, a deep mob bringing havoc With mad wisdom, take over like communism A military that's ready to break down the prison To set all my people free, so we could live equally Fronting hard like statues but ain't no liberty You got the beast to seem to question me B-L-I-double Z-A-R-D My style's fat, and all jealous ones envy I got my eye on that pig, gimme, you got to take, gimme So I could measure and get these niggas for their treasure Now [?] all sick and we ain't getting no better I'm getting tired of seeing my people's funerals So I figure blowing trees in my ritual Hold up, this shit ain't over until I represent my soldiers We form like Voltron and connect at the shoulders Guns we tote, weed we smoke, Murder We Wrote Take your trip across the boat and washed up like soap And that attract dunn, yo Truck load up the Mac-one Put me up on the top 'cause I may have to fucking blast one