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Murder Goes Down (P=MC² Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

 

Murder Goes Down (P=MC² Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(album: Albert Einstein - 2013)


Yo, big boy bars, little boy stopped
Infamous is my bread, go against this
When you get caught slipping you gon' cry like a bitch
And I'mma wipe my knife, on your cheap outfit
You gon' need that bandana for your dome
I punish anybody trying to run up on me yo
You niggas is old, mentally you washed up
Too much time in jail, too much time it took
To get it together and put some work out Gs
Lazy motherfuckers, you don't deserve to eat
The future of my labour, I work like a slave hand
It come to survival, I'm savage like a cave man
I ain't gotta cheat you to beat you, I got this
I been had, ask about me, you late, you been asking
Who the kid been spitting like banana clips
And got the whole Hip-Hop head attention

My money getting up, my swag getting up
My people look nice, my money gets up
And nigga I gets down
Murder it goes down
My money getting up, my swag getting up
My people look nice, my money gets up
And nigga I gets down
Infamous it goes down, yeah

Big big bank over here you just small fries
Reality rap while you telling more lies
The fuck is going on in these days in time
These niggas is tripping, I'm sick with crazy rhymes
I'm ultra nice, I'm 16-ed up
I get loot bruh, my money is Supra
Magazine, word to Damien [?]
Champagne with my tux on, James Bond
Stay calm while I remain ruthless
Stupid nigga got his body all shottied up
He didn't think them bullets could just mindfuck
Like some jack-rabbits I got jack-hammers
These niggas telling, had me in the slammers

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