Lyrics Murda 1 - Jackboy

Murda 1

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