Murder Music The Global Edition E

What it do, Loc? Yeah. We up in this motherfucker On some murder-murder, kill-kill shit. Yeah. Some real hip-hop shit. With so much drama in these London streets, It's kinda hard like a G for me to Stay free, but, uh, somehow, some way, Stop myself from killing motherfuckers like every Single day. Murder music, lucky I ain't bring my Gucci flow. Now who's involved? I leave that pussy pooky low. Suits and coats, I show you all the do's And don'ts. Weed smoke, gun smoke, But it's usually both. Being broke and fake love, I'm immune to both. Now I kill verses and keep features as mementos. I stay down ten toes and ran this shit Up tenfold. I'ma bring my knife and that's Regardless of the dress code. I'm a shook day, come to death row. 'Cause that beef they let go's enough to make The dead roll, spinning in their graves. Potter, I got H, but it's all peanut butter Beige. They ain't meeting deadlines, probably need a Couple days. I need a couple million off the Back 'cause I came up selling crack, now I Got paper on my name Murder music, Mu-murder music Murder music, murder music Yeah, murder music The budget coming, niggas Murder Music, mu-murder music murder music just for this Type of shit they cabanas 'Cause this what they Gon' play when they wipe they prints off the Hammers I'm really like that, I ain't just write This shit for the camera I did in my City what Michael Vick did in Atlanta Cash saved For insurance, them bad days was a force Still Hood, roach clips in the ashtrays of my foreign In LA, R&B bitch drunk with her hands around Me That night Swizz introduced me to Nas at A Grammy party When my strip introduced me to Hard, I had grams around me A star player Never ask for the ball, they just playing around Me Niggas heard I took a shot, they was Asking if I was good I looked the shooter Right in his eyes when that trigger got pulled, Huh? Murder music, mu-murder music Murder music, Murder music Yeah Yeah, murder music Murder music, Mu-murder music Yeah, some come through the water, Some come through the border Some of 'em get Caught, but that's dependent on the porter Old Niggas hiding, young niggas sliding I'm being a man, Just protecting and providing My only concern is if It cook right My chain yellow, way the diamonds Set up, it make it look white Kill you For nothing 'cause they petty Cutting the dog food With the fetty They young, but they ready No Crowd, I get my applaud off the beats I'm A boss, so I make sure all of us Eat Say a couple funerals'll bring a war to A cease And remember, it ain't no reward for The streets This is not normal Dickie suits is How we dress formal Way I'm riding these tracks Like a porno Aight then, what's up then? I'm busting Every controlled substance, I touched it, I know it's disgusting I'm just Stacking, call me El Guapo And I bet you Never had a brick from El Chapo Tuesday, I just play the crib and make tacos A Lot of niggas fronting like they nice, but they Not though Y'all spoke that up, now soak that Up They done pulled my coat, nigga, The GOAT got up, what's up? Murder music, mu-murder music Murder music, Murder music Yeah, murder music Murder music, Mu-murder music Yeah, murder music Murder music, Mu-murder music Yeah, murder music Murder mu-murder music Yo, I only got time to murder shit, I bang 'em while deafening both ears When I'm making niggas Black and rip couches and throw chairs At times, I be unleashing a wrath that most fear I Don't discriminate, I even body close peers See, I'm suggesting most you niggas should get to Stepping to the rear And fuck what most you Niggas'll talk, I don't care If you don't rep It right, you shouldn't come around here Adjust my Level up, make sure a nigga sound clear They Wanna stop and wanna steer They hate that I'm The best and it's greatness in the flesh And It's pointless to compare You need to scribe this Jewelry I write and save this shit on a Server And type the way that I speak for Moving space on a cursor I'm not an advocate For violence, but push me, I'ma push it further The script, hand on my hip, squeezing the grip A little firmer These dumb niggas don't realize that It's better to be a learner And when you Don't, that's when you get to feeling a burner Shut the fuck up, it's better to be watchers, Listeners, and observers You fuck around, That's how niggas like you get murdered Murder Music, mu-murder music Murder music, Murder music Yeah, murder music Murder music, Mu-murder music Yeah, murder music Murder music, Mu-murder music Yeah, murder music Murder Music, mu-murder music The case, The the case was Murder