Murder Ain’t Crazy

Lyrics
[Chorus] Groupie ass bitch type of niggas can't fade me They're callin' me a lunatic but murder ain't crazy [Intro (over Chorus)] Yeah, yeah, haha, haha What's up, nigga? Don't look at me like you don't know who I am AmeriKKKa's nightmare Spice motherfuckin' 1, nigga Young, Black, you know I don't give a fuck [Verse 1] Old school drop Caddy, five, six niggas Rollin' up in my rearview With they fingers up on them triggers Come, let's take a trip And hop into some gangsta shit with me Thirteen caps for them niggas who wanna get with me Get at me, niggas emptyin' off clips at me Wanna put some holes and some motherfuckin' rips in me But I don't give a fuck, I just stay strapped And be a soldier about that shit When it comes to peelin' them caps, nigga So won't you get your blast on And if you miss me with your thirteen shots, nigga Your ass gone 'Cause I'm gon' hit you on that first shot And then I ain't gon' stop Until some motherfuckers call the cops Then I'll be 1-8-7 thousand like my song say 'Cause you was fuckin' with this nigga on the wrong day [Chorus] Groupie ass bitch type of niggas can't fade me They're callin' me a lunatic but murder ain't crazy Groupie ass bitch type of niggas can't fade me Sayin' I'm a lunatic but murder ain't crazy Groupie ass bitch type of niggas can't fade me They're sayin' I'm a lunatic but murder ain't crazy Groupie ass bitch type of niggas can't fade me Murder ain't crazy [Verse 2] See, I be raisin' 'em up off the block with my AP-nitty Quick to come wicked and bust some caps in my city I comes with much clout And never one nigga could take me out Rollin' 'em up like Levi's Cuff him and stuff him, eat 'em like bean pies And niggas be talkin' that shit But yo, ain't none of 'em runnin' up I'm gunnin' up the next niggas feelin' buck shots I thought you niggas knew I'm finna smoke that nigga who stole my six-deuce And when I gat that ass, I'ma leave him lyin' there Cryin' there, the motherfucker dyin' there And Mr. Lawrence better have insurance 'Cause I'ma ga-uh-gat that ass with the tourists Rock-a-bye baby, goin' crazy Punk motherfuckers like you can't fade me Tryna squab with the clip and a trigger Ol' groupie ass bitch type of nigga [Chorus] Groupie ass bitch type of niggas can't fade me Callin' me a lunatic but murder ain't crazy (Yeah) Groupie ass bitch type of niggas can't fade me Callin' me a lunatic but murder ain't crazy Groupie ass bitch type of niggas can't fade me They callin' me a lunatic but murder ain't crazy Groupie ass bitch type of niggas can't fade me They callin' me a lunatic but murder ain't crazy [Verse 3] Groupie ass bitch type of niggas can't fade me Grabs my .4-5 and puts down my .380 I creep up on they ass, tip-toe with the pump Split a nigga down the middle like Phillie blunt I keeps my strap by my side to keep niggas in check And all my posse pack Glock .9s, Uz' thangs and TECs You see we rolls down the block three o'clock in the morning Indo got us gone and strap mobile phones And about five ki's in the back of the trunk Niggas down ass fuck, but we don't want no funk 'Cause, uh, transportation is the shit we used to do Had the whole shot, drop mob spot and crew Ri-uh-ring on my motherfuckin' cellular As I heard a nigga screamin': "Get the fuck out the car" Nigga, let me get my chronic and my indo sack As my DJ Xtra Large blew that bitch on his back Runnin' up on some players so I had to figure He was a groupie ass bitch type of nigga [Chorus] Groupie ass bitch type of niggas can't fade me Sayin' I'm a lunatic but murder ain't crazy [Outro (over Chorus)] Yeah, what's up, nigga? Y'all motherfuckers ain't up on no real ass G's, huh, nigga Peel a cap for the motherfuckin' strength Nigga, you don't wanna fuck with this You don't want none of this Step back, nigga Just listen Watch, motherfucker Look at some real ass niggas rip shit up '9-4 Punk ass nigga Yeah Yeah Back again with some of that murder shit Spiggedy 1 whippin' up on that ass for '9-4 and '9-5, bitch, haha What y'all niggas know about a real ass G? Ha I kicks gangsta shit daily, biatch 1-87 thousand, G
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Credits
- Writers
- Spice 1
- Black Jack (Producer)