Murda 1 - Jackboy

Murder one, another one, homicides, mamas crying

Telling me to stay focused, how the fuck I got people dying?

Where I’m from, they kill for fun, everybody slanging iron

Ain’t tripping on none of you fuck niggas, I’ma catch y’all gnats in due time

I ain’t tripping on none of you niggas, you could get gunned down broad day

Running wild with that K, hit blaow, blow his face

Trade bullets, stay out my way, or I’m pulling up where you stay

And the first motherfucker walk out that bitch getting put in an early grave

Draco, Draco, I’m letting it rip

All that talking, shot him in the lip

You better not slip, all the pistols got grip

Extra shots, extended the clip

All of this guap, I could fuck on your bitch

Sloppy top, she eating the dick

When I’m done having fun, you can get that bitch

Came up from the slums, I can’t chase no chick

I done went crazy with all of this money

Paying my nigga to pop at you dummies

Stalking my opps, creep down his block

Boy get spot, that shit get bloody

I went and got everything that I wanted

ain’t shit get friendly

Had to get up and go, go get it

Don’t bang me if it ain’t 'bout digits

Please no, bitch, don’t bang my line

Love on that field, you wasting time

Can’t trust you, I only trust my iron

'Cause it cut through a fuck nigga every time

I got it with me every day

Fuck the cops, put 'em on a chase

I’m doing the race, I’m doing the dash

Foot on the gas, I hope I don’t crash

Murder one, another one, homicides, mamas crying

Telling me to stay focused, how the fuck I got people dying?

Where I’m from, they kill for fun, everybody slanging iron

Ain’t tripping on none of you fuck niggas, I’ma catch y’all gnats in due time

I ain’t tripping on none of you niggas, you could get gunned down broad day

Running wild with that K, hit blaow, blow his face

Trade bullets, stay out my way, or I’m pulling up where you stay

And the first motherfucker walk out that bitch getting put in an early grave