Murder

Semi Automatic for any nigger who wanna have it,

Selling weed, fucking bad bitches and looking for trouble is becoming a habit,

you know I'll hop up on your street and click clack at the sound of the beat,

steal your heart away nigger, let the sweeper sweep you off your feet,

you know how we move without talking, spill blood while we crip walking,

so niggers better listen up before my heat start talking,

first its violence, we the tyrants finna start something,

the type of nigger to take your life in broad day light while people walking,

its nothing, cos the streets raised me up severely, i hope you noticed,

not everybody bleeds bro, you should fear me,

although my life's been predicted by a gypsy that I'll kick the bucket cos i started smoking early,

but i still hit blunts harder than snoop in the winter, this delivery came with a placenta,

coupled with a passion for blasting pistols, and eating beef with utensils,

my guns make loud noise but it aint an empty vessel,

ive been destined to blow like Kamikazes coming for your temple.