Murder Scene Joints Only (Ft. R3 Da Chilliman)

[Intro: Joints Only]
Let's turn it up
What's good? This is just incredible (SV On The Track)
Representing joints only
You checkin' out the heat, man, the hottest shit in the streets
R3 Da Chilliman (Yeah, Benji)
Joints Only Volume 1, come on

[Chorus: R3 Da Chilliman]
Walked me down but didn't finish, is he really a killer?
Just a rich Crip with fat chains when I look in the mirror
Yellow tape him, white chalk, it's a murder scene
Say you a joint, but who is he? We never heard of him
Walked me down but didn't finish, is he really a killer?
Just a rich Crip with fat chains when I look in the mirror
Yеllow tape him, white chalk, it's a murder scеne
Say you a joint, but who is he? We never heard of him

[Verse 1: R3 Da Chilliman]
Niggas claimin' shit they ain't did, who raised these niggas?
That nigga thirty and he broke, who gon' pay that nigga?
We hoppin' out, send shots, now it's killers on the loose
My studio session sellin' pounds, but now she be in the booth
Filled his body up with slugs, possessed for the gang
I'm a young nigga from the block, spent forty on a chain
Berth pokin' off my waist, I can't hide my weapon
Audemar Rollie in the air like a prized possession
You let threes behind the wheel, then I'm drag racing
He run from me when I got Glock, then his back breaking
Rich nigga, all designer, and I'm totin' a smacker
You're a bum nigga with empty pockets, he's a non-factor