Mo Murda Songtext

Roll this blunt up on a Bible
Wish I was with you everyday
My lil bro think im suicidal
Such a day you left shit never been right
They blame me for your death side
Sucker for your life
I should have been the one that's dead instead
With a bullet in my head
Startin' to think they are right

When you get money like I do
Then they think you illuminati
Lost money do not back sippin' juice
I ain't been linking with nobody
Screamin' murda murda mo murda mo murda murda mo murda mo murda murda mo murda
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Scrеamin' murda murda mo murda mo murda murda mo murda mo murda murda mo murda
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Glocks sure raised hell for my brothеr The ashes at your grave
I roll the blunt up on the Bible
Wish I was with you everyday
My lil bro think im suicidal
Load switches told and rifles
Like how you let em take my brother
[?] thoughts we kill for hire
We scream more money and more murda
Such a day you left shit never been right
They blame me for your death side
Sucker for your life
I should have been the one that's dead instead
With a bullet in my head
Startin to think they are right

When you get money like I do
Then they think you illuminati
Lost money do not back sippin' juice
Imma let your daughter live but your son gonna die
Murda murda mo murda mo murda murda mo murda mo murda murda mo murda
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Fuck coma then [?] im gonna take that over god
Im not an angel or a saint if I can get through heaven gates
You can see me down in hell with the guys
Fuckin' bitches, smoking weed taughtin' five

Its hard to tell the young to slow down stop the killin'
I lost a brother and a friend you gotta understand how im feelin'
You gotta trust to take a stand and raise your hand to be a witness
Or you gonna be a suspect and turn this killer to a victim
I know sometime I rap on tracks like a contradict
Gun smoke money drugs like a hypocrite
Im never tell you what to do
Im only tell what I does
Big [?] with the cuz im a hypocrite
Youll never know the pain over murder victim mama
Servin' [?] cookin' your brain suicidal causin' trauma
[?] weed
What about the nigga kids growing up without a father
Let go and let crazy like his foster making right
Yeah motherfuckin' right how the fuck they gonna solve
Don't give a fuck about a pastor god forgivin' i dont
They say black lifes matter where my black opps don't
So you a brothers keeper is you gonna do the time?
Are you gonna get caught up by the people
You gonna sent you drop a dime
You gotta drop up a time and hop up in on a ride
I know some nigga sayin' chill let it ride let it slide
Say niggas never kill, never ride, never slide
Better do it for your sister for your brother for your mother
You don't do it for your loved ones better do it for your pride

Imma let your daughter live but your son gonna die
Fuck coma then [?] im gonna take that over god
Im not an angel or a saint if I can get through heaven gates
You can see me down in hell with the guys
Fuckin' bitches, smoking weed taughtin' five
Its hard to tell the young to slow down stop the killin'
I lost a brother and a friend you gotta understand how im feelin'
I know sometime I rap on tracks im a contradict
Gun smoke money drugs like a hypocrite
You gotta get back for your folks
I respect that shit that most
Been crippin' for the locs im a hyporite