Troy's Theme (feat. Alexza) E

Murder Inc., Murder Inc., Murder Inc., Murder Inc., Murder It's new Tints on that motherfuckin' window, so the opps Don't catch me smokin' my indo. They just wanna know my name and my info. Bumpin' hard, don't even get through the intro, And here they go killin' my vibe. I proceeded to pull over to the side, And walks up Officer Keith. He said, "Sir, I'ma keep it real brief," Before he even got to speak. I told Sonny hit the gas on the Jeep, Right-hand man in crime. I do my dirt, I do my time. I learned that while baggin' up dimes, payin' off Fines. Mr. Finesse turn your girl into mine. I don't know why these pigs all on my Back, I'd rather fur. Keepin' it G when them problems occur. Low-key when I'm sellin' my merch. El Chapo put the drugs in the church. Ain't nobody when you look in that hearse, and My boo keep a gun in her purse. Last motherfucker tried ain't make it to the goddamn Nurse. Fuck a fed, fuck a cop. Still got a stash of marijuana in my sock. Pretty hoe give me some top. Uh, I let the watch hang out the drop. They all on my back like a beater. Sex is great, but bitch, I don't need ya. Gun under the seat, I'm on the road. And if I get caught, I know how that Shit goes. Word to my mama, I'm insane. Crazy shit be inside my brain. Tryna keep it cool, so don't push me. Act hoe and get fucked like a pussy. And I got respect for my bitch. She a ride or die, keep a nine on Her hip. I ain't never ever had to ask Her. Smoke a nigga like a motherfuckin' cancer. And we don't do the talkin'. See the opps, fuck nigga, keep walkin'. You be 'bout the games. Get caught and you run and tell names. That's how you end up as a dead one. I stack the blue ones, you can keep the Red ones. Life full of drama, no peace. Nigga, fuck the police. Fuck a fed, fuck a cop. Still got a stash of marijuana in my sock. Pretty hoe give me some top. Uh, I let the watch hang out the drop. They all on my back like a beater. Sex is great, but bitch, I don't need ya. Gun under the seat, I'm on the road. And if I get caught, I know how that Shit goes. My young nigga Boogie Bird for that ass. Murder Inc. Alexa, get 'em. Never, ever in your lonely life, let a down-ass Bitch, all along she was wifey. Some boo yeah, complainin' said she don't like me. She ain't packin' or keepin' up with the lies We-Tell them boys when they press us and Start claimin'. I tell 'em I ain't the one, Watch where you aimin'. It's the parade, this ain't Fades, but what they sayin'. Tryna get my confessions, but I ain't us Raymonds. Ha, yeah, I'm thorough just how he like it. Keep a bad bitch who won't flip like she A psychic. My clique don't snitch and sing like We some sidekicks. I'ma give a kiss and two Fucks to who don't like it. Tell that bitch to stick around. Every nigga better get him one runnin' through the Town. Tell a bitch to lay down. It's shots fuckin' off if he try to make A sound, rah. Murder Inc., Murder Inc., Murder Inc., Inc., Murder Inc., Murder Inc.