Murda Video (MV)

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Spin on yo block with Mac-11
Praying to god that all dogs go to heaven
You a bitch nigga can't thug section
I got jammed up and it taught me a lesson
Hop in the booth and I give my confession
In love with this music it is my obsession
Thanking the lord while receiving my blessings
Broke in the game and I bought my whole section
You niggas shit eaters we calling you peasants
You niggas just rapping I'm telling a message
Clutching the mic while I'm clutching my weapon
Slanging this dope like it was recession
I'm in the hole really need me a blessing
Smoking on gas so Ian never stressing
Double XL I Should be a freshmen
I'm going back in
I'm gone in the wind
They sleeping and hating
Won't fall off again
Inside of a cell no family or friends
F*ck da police they don't want us to win
I'm pouring up 4s ain't drinking no gin
My niggas my brothers
Ian got me no friends
We counting up racks
In a back of a Benz
Yelling free Qua
Til He get out the pin
B5 in da pinn
Getting a bomb sent in
Pop me a x change the mood I'm in
So many clips like the movie man
We in the trap with them toolies man
Ain't spending no money you can't come in
We whipping the white and it's coming back tan
So many drums like we was in a band
Bitch I'm on fire really need me a fan
Serving this dope while I'm pulling these scams
Best in my city I feel like the man
Kay he da greatest
Ohh that's what they saying
Money hungry trying get me some bands
Turn up on niggas they think that I'm playing
Boot up lil nigga on molly san tan
I'm booted lil nigga don't hear what you saying
Remy in my cup with my glock in my pants