For bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me
You better what, watch what you say
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
I'ma say this shit now and never again
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
The bitch who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks
I stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once
Now if you say my name in your rhyme
Keep my rent split up
Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me
(I don't believe you!)
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
(I don't believe you!)
(Your life's on the line!)
I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
Murder!
(I don't believe you!)
Look, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me
You gon' make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em"
Unless, he say, she say, "She on my dick"
It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up
And I don't like y'all anyway
Coke price go up, cats is come down
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
Murder, murder!
(Fuck around and leave you!)
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
The games you playin', you get killed like that
(Fuck around and leave you!)
I hate to hear, "He say, She say" shit
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
Fuck all y'all!
Get outta line, I get you hit up
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to so so
My gat talk for me, blat! Whattup homie?
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars
They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa
Murder!
(I don't believe you!)
Murder!
(Your life's on the line!)
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin'
"You heard that shit?", "Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em"
Murder, murder!
(I don't believe you!)
Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me
If you gonna make me catch her on the late night
Not a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome
Murder!
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
(Fuck around and leave you!)
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
Scream murder!
The thug, they pop shit, the thug that pop clips
Nascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa
See me when you see me nigga, one
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu
Scream murder!
Scream murder!
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me
Murder!
You soft through, be puttin' up a crazy front
Serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown
Murder!
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes
I ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I split up
Murder, murder!
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
Actin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that
(I don't believe you!)
You just a small player in this game, play a part son
(Your life's on the line!)
'Cause I don't like y'all anyway
