What it do, Lo? Yeah We up in this mother***er On some murder murder, kill kill *** Yeah I'm some real hip-hop *** Murder music just for this type of ***, they could ban us Cause this what they gon' play when they wipe they prince off the hammers I'm really like that, I ain't just write this *** for the camera I did in my city what Michael Vick did in Atlanta My ass 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 The night Swiss introduced me to Nas at a Grammy party When my strip introduced me to hard, I had grams around me A star player never asked for the bar, 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 Murder music, murder music Murder music, murder music Murder music, murder music Some come through the water, some come through the border Some of them get caught but that's depending on the porter Old niggas hiding, young niggas sliding I'm being the 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 will bring a war to a cease And remember, it ain't no reward for the streets This is not normal, diggy suits is how we dress formal Way I'm riding his tracks like a porno I ate 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, murder music Murder music, murder music Yeah, murder music Murder music, murder music Yeah, murder music Murder music, murder music Yeah, murder music Murder music, murder music I only got time to murder ***, I bang them while deafening both ears When I'm making niggas black and rip couches and throw chairs At times I be unleashing a raft of 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 *** what most you niggas are taught, I don't care If you don't rep it right, you shouldn't come around here 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 to save this *** on the server And type the way that I speak for moving space on a cursor I'm not an advocate for balance, 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 the feeling of burner Shut the *** up, it's better to be watchers, listeners, and observers *** around, that's how niggas like you get murdered *** around, that's how niggas like you get murdered