Murder

(Album: Preacher To The Streets - 2019)

I keep mine
Keep my iron
Look
Ayy

Talking 'bout pistols, I keep iron (Iron)
Say you wan' take something, but not mine (Mine)
I'm throwing bullets if we beefing, I ain't throwing peace signs
Been first off the porch, say he in the streets now
Loading up them K rounds, it's that time (Time)
If you know me, you know what's going through my mind
(Murda, murda)
If you know me, you know what's going through my mind

Riding through them pussy nigga block, I'm tryna straighten something
Wet something, when I see them fakes I'm gonna left 'em something
Flex up, that's a mess up, get ya bust up
Ya ever seen the set up niggas climbing out of dump trucks?
Murda, murda, this that same shit, I can never change
Thugging with the bros on my soil, then we'll celebrate
I'm on the freeway in a foreign using every lane
My potna caught a charge, gotta kill 'em if he say my name
I can't never let a nigga take from me (Never)
Bust 'em, blood cover his body like a onesie (Hah)
Tryna take my food, I'ma shoot you in your stomach
He ain't got nothing to lose, he feel like jail ain't nothing (Nothin')
Overkill, I'm at the scene and we don't need no paramedic
Got some shooters that gon' squeeze, they gon' beat 'em if he tells
Talking 'bout heat, I keep weapons
You alking 'bout beef? Well, let's get it (Hah)

Talking 'bout pistols, I keep iron (Iron)
Say you wan' take something, but not mine (Mine)
I'm throwing bullets if we beefing, I ain't throwing peace signs
Been first off the porch, say he in the streets now
Loading up them K rounds, it's that time (Time)
If you know me, you know what's going through my mind
(Murda, murda, murda)
If you know me, you know what's going through my mind (Hah, hah, hah)

You try to play with the K, I'm sliding every day
"Peezy, where you been at?" A stakeout where the enemy stay
Can't do the minimum wage, I'd rather roll and get paid
I'd rather roll and get money, can't get a job with my face
Looking for his daddy, crackas got him on lockdown
Can't beat us from the J, he thinking outside the box
Once a young nigga on the block with no socks
Got a Glock, no, ho, you try, get popped
Let it pop, bust ya head, I'ma stand over you
Bitch, I'm thugging until I die, I'm a damn soldier
Oh yeah, you thuggin'? That's a damn poser
So we talking 'bout iron? Bet we got toast
Talking 'bout iron, we got sticks (We got sticks)
Let a nigga try, we pop shit
Wanna talk about dyin'? We drop shit
Niggas came back outside when I got on my shit
Stay and count it if it's go and I hit the wrong nigga
Any type of disrespect, I gotta get you gone, nigga
Remember way back then I couldn't get along from ya
You ain't talking 'bout the money, won't pick up the phone for ya
Talking 'bout pistols, we keep them (Keep them)
We gon' kill 'em we see him (See him)
Big four-five, walk with a limp (For real)
They gave him ninety-nine, yelling, "Free Tim", yeah, yeah

Talking 'bout pistols, I keep iron (Iron)
Say you wan' take something, but not mine (Mine)
I'm throwing bullets if we beefing, I ain't throwing peace signs
Been first off the porch, say he in the streets now
Loading up them K rounds, it's that time (Time)
If you know me, you know what's going through my mind
(Murda, murda, murda)
If you know me, you know what's going through my mind