Murder On My Mind

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[Hook - Snap Capone] I've got murder on my mind RE rolling with a nine Hit him with the spinners, he gon' die I just said "Baby who am I?" She said "Baby you're that guy" I've got murder on my mind RE rolling with a nine Hit him with the spinners, he gon' die I just said "Baby who am I?" She said "Baby you're that guy" [Verse 1 - Gangsta RE] Better watch your mouth and watch your step RE is creeping with a big black TEC Put holes in his neck for the disrespect Got out of line, now he's filled with lead G63 with three O.G.'s Dior tee, four in my Dior jeans Hit him clean, feds gotta chalk the scene A body on my gatty, can't talk to me Killer on the works, put you in the dirt Blow the pump in your face, crack your hеad like a vase Passengеr side, mask and a .38 Get high off the hit, put your boy in a spliff Rest in piss, hit your wig exit Dinger X6, gone when I press it Your blood's gonna leak when I squeeze on the piece I'll put 'R.I.P.' on your marjay's tee Big .357 or a nine on me, clap and leave Shots hit his chest, now it's hard to breathe Got my arms stretched out like I'm stopping a cab Big .44 long, put a hole in his plaques I bet he didn't think you'd get hit like that You're all stretched and your wig's pushed back Brain looks like mash, courtesy black MAC How you talk like that and you ain't strapped? Didn't know killers come with smiles Better call me a vet, I'll put your dargy down .44 rounds have your brain hanging out Get shot in your mouth cause you love the clout [Hook - Snap Capone] I've got murder on my mind RE rolling with a nine Hit him with the spinners, he gon' die I just said "Baby who am I?" She said "Baby you're that guy" I've got murder on my mind RE rolling with a nine Hit him with the spinners, he gon' die I just said "Baby who am I?" She said "Baby you're that guy" [Verse 2 - Snap Capone] He raps like a killer but he's never rid I leave you stretched on the floor like a jellyfish My style's impetuous, headshot specialist I get the drop execution, I never miss I could never be a fake yute If it's on, turn your blocks into Beirut The Trey shoots, lights, action, take two If my friends snitch I'ma kill 'em but I hate to Bismillah before I load the TEC These young niggas show no respect Until I leave a nigga with an open neck I ain't changed, still banging like I morgue the rest '06, caught my first charge '010, murder charge up in Belmarsh Still sending bricks out to Belfast Rat-a-tat-tat when the shells blast Made twenty stacks off of four sales I'm in the penthouse, just me and four girls If I lay down this pipe, make their toes curl Apply pressure till we're post bail I caught my man on the side road Said "It must be a mistake" like a typo The python filled up with rhinos Gang shit, free my nigga Maestro You've never caught a body, you're a liar And I'll shoot till his chest on fire Put these teeth in his neck, vampire We had the jail locked, me, Gus and Sila Free my nigga Siri, he a expert To get you chalked I've just gotta send a text first Fuck her first, Snap Capone got the best work Before I buy a brick I've gotta check first I sleep with one eye open If you snitch you gon' die with your mouth open Hood politics, political like J Corbyn Yeah we've got the same watch but mine's frozen You do the most for the fame I do the most with the caine Fresh off the plane, this ain't that Balmain This Mille plain, my drip is the same [Hook - Snap Capone] I've got murder on my mind RE rolling with a nine Hit him with the spinners, he gon' die I just said "Baby who am I?" She said "Baby you're that guy" I've got murder on my mind RE rolling with a nine Hit him with the spinners, he gon' die I just said "Baby who am I?" She said "Baby you're that guy"
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Credits
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- Gangsta RE
- Snap Capone