[Intro]
GT
Aye
Aye, look say
Turn me, aye turn me up a little
Yeah
Man look, I don't give a fuck if I'm recording
Marcus You Killin' The Beat
[Chorus]
Ain't no cappin' me, nigga all I know is murder (murder)
I come straight off them streets, and I know that gang you heard of
Niggas say they want beef, you know we gon' pull up straight up in they circle (grr, prr)
Pull up, we lettin' off shots (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Got into it on the corner, same night got hit up
Blowin' up Montana phone, he ain't never pick up
Dump passin' by through the north, for the pick-up
Drownin' wit' a Glock, everybody gettin' shook up
In Jail, at the table, I was fixin' me a hook up
Police in my face every time that I look up
Bitch left, I ain't really trippin' on that, fuck her
Nutted in her face last time that I fucked her
Left jail no time, money I done ran up
Every real nigga fuck wit' me gon' stand up
I was on the ground, real quick I done came up
Changed up on me, nigga, I could never blame them
Nigga ever play real quick, I'ma shame him
Say he want fight, Baby Joe gon' zip him
Run up on me try me jack, nigga I'ma flip him
Gotta kill a nigga since that boy play wit' nia 'nem (woah)
I put that on my children real quick, I'll take a fuck nigga soul (soul)
Gone off them pills, Percocet, Molly, X, everyday I roll (roll)
You know it ain't a joke, if he say he want smoke, I'ma hit him wit' the pole (boom, pow, pow, boom)
Back then you ain't know wit' them false allegations, now you know
GT
Aye
Aye, look say
Turn me, aye turn me up a little
Yeah
Man look, I don't give a fuck if I'm recording
Marcus You Killin' The Beat
[Chorus]
Ain't no cappin' me, nigga all I know is murder (murder)
I come straight off them streets, and I know that gang you heard of
Niggas say they want beef, you know we gon' pull up straight up in they circle (grr, prr)
Pull up, we lettin' off shots (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Got into it on the corner, same night got hit up
Blowin' up Montana phone, he ain't never pick up
Dump passin' by through the north, for the pick-up
Drownin' wit' a Glock, everybody gettin' shook up
In Jail, at the table, I was fixin' me a hook up
Police in my face every time that I look up
Bitch left, I ain't really trippin' on that, fuck her
Nutted in her face last time that I fucked her
Left jail no time, money I done ran up
Every real nigga fuck wit' me gon' stand up
I was on the ground, real quick I done came up
Changed up on me, nigga, I could never blame them
Nigga ever play real quick, I'ma shame him
Say he want fight, Baby Joe gon' zip him
Run up on me try me jack, nigga I'ma flip him
Gotta kill a nigga since that boy play wit' nia 'nem (woah)
I put that on my children real quick, I'll take a fuck nigga soul (soul)
Gone off them pills, Percocet, Molly, X, everyday I roll (roll)
You know it ain't a joke, if he say he want smoke, I'ma hit him wit' the pole (boom, pow, pow, boom)
Back then you ain't know wit' them false allegations, now you know
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