Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murder on My Mind, artist - The Jacka. Album song Mob Trial, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.09.2006
Record label: Million Dollar Dream
Song language: English
Murder on My Mind |
| Ya know what I’m sayin |
| I live my life outside of comfortable |
| I might as well wear house slippers out here nigga |
| Amongst these rivals and shit |
| It’s real shit man |
| Yo |
| Dippin', mind on my riches |
| 36 shots in my clip and this shit rip |
| Listen, you can hear death reppin' |
| Riddin' in his 72 caprice with his weapon |
| Yeah and his name is Husalah |
| Manifesting the real, bringing death to suckas |
| It’s classic, the words of a psycho |
| Hand on my rifle, tucked by the lightpole |
| Itching to take blood |
| Waiting to take life from haters with slanderous tongues |
| I like fights, but it’s fun to handle a gun |
| Niggas been rich, been on the run, been on one |
| My satanic cannon is tragic |
| Everytime I grab it, brraaap and it’s tragic |
| Yeah, I’m smiling, riding in my drop |
| Over a hundred thow wow, shuttin down parking lots, nigga |
| They didn’t believe me |
| When I told them I was crazy, crazy |
| Ridin' in my hundred thousand dollar car |
| Mind on my murder |
| All I think about is murder lately, lately |
| You wanna get fly like a gangsta |
| Push pies like a gangsta |
| But you scared to die like a gangsta |
| And when it’s really going down |
| You niggas ain’t around |
| Mac 9 11, down to ring go 60 rounds |
| Know I can spit like rapid round or slow it down |
| Pop em off with that slow flow, that old show |
| I pull up on fo’s up in the owes, broke |
| Bitches on my dick but all I give a shit about is coke |
| I’m in the mothafucking kitchen whippin' |
| Doin' things with this heroin that’s not to mention |
| Cross country shippin', money is flippin' |
| Loadin' up these clips for these niggas that’s snitching |
| Bitch, my shit rip like a jimmy that don’t fit |
| I told ya’ll niggas that’s it’s Husalah |
| Ridin' in my shit tryna' murder mothafuckas |
| Ridin' round town tryna' murder mothafuckas |
| Murder isn’t easy |
| But when you do it once, you can do it a million times |
| Take a million lives |
| Sellin' dope is easy |
| But when you get caught, ask yourself can you do your time |
| Or snitch and die, this is why |
| I, don’t sleep |
| Keep a long thing that’s at least 3 feet |
| People die everyday cause they instincts weak |
| When you do fail to think then you’re playing for defeat |
| This is real life |
| And the things that people do is real trife |
| More often than not, the results this is your life |
| I’m on my way to the federal correctional |
| Climb in my SL 5 every late night |
| Thinkin' how my life is miraculous |
| Ex-kingpin getting rich from this rap shit |
| In 94 I sold my soul for that crack shit |
| In 99 I found out that was black shit |
| Graduated to bricks, wrote a plan, and attacked it |
| Got rich, but the end was a classic |
| Young dope dealer duckin feds in the traffic |
| Young dope dealer duckin feds in the traffic |
| Got convicted so now I can rap it |
| Most of these rappers never did it so they actin |
| They was never even seen on the set |
| All of they time was gangbanging on the internet |
| But the SL 500 is real |
| The two point 7−6's will take of yo grill |
| By the time this comes out I’m a be locked up |
| But the mob still got shit locked up |
| You gonna get tired of hiding, try to come outside |
| That’s the night your bitch ass gonna get popped up |
| Ya know what I’m sayin' |
| They can’t fuck with this cake shit |
| Now you believe me cause you realize that you’re scared to die |
| From a homicide, homicide |
| I’m ridin' in a hundred-thousand dollar car |
| Going crazy |
| All I think about is murder lately, lately |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Once a-motherfuckin-gain |