Murder Musica - Wicked Minds

Murder

Mur-murder

Murder musica

Murder

Mur-murder

Murder musica

Murder

Mur-mur

Murder musica

Murder

Mur-murder

Murder musica

Yeah

Click One in the motherfuckin' house

Wicked Minds

Lil' Rob

It’s murder music

Homie, I’m strapped up with the clapper rappin'

That’s what happenin'

Get hog tied in the booth for actin'

Exposure for your rhyme book

Funny how you sounded like me

Surrounded with G’s, with shaved heads

Locs in them tee’s

We smokin' the trees

Click One block

Open in knees

I’m Wicked as Wreck, take two to your neck, fuckin' with these

I walk on water

Literally, niggas ain’t feelin' me

Until they see artillery, an infantry die industry

I remember when we used to play shoot 'em up, BANG BANG

Gangbangin', motherfucker

Our ways to hang you, motherfucker

We the ones chasin' ya

But was never losin' ya

Speeding in the rhamfla

Bumpin' murder musica

Got a brand new nine, double end with hollow tippings

Releasin' heat rocks

Everytime that I pop the clip in

Start duckin'

When I start buckin'

Cause I ain’t givin' a fuck when

They’re pushin' the wrong buttons, gettin' yourself into somethin'

Chorus: Lil' Rob

It’s murder musica

Something you pop your clip into

Murder musica, homeboy, what you gonna do

When us vatos

Come after you

And start shootin' ya

Bumpin' murder musica, fuck you

It’s murder musica

Something you pop your clip into

Murder musica, homeboy, what you gonna do

When us vatos

Come after you

And start shootin' ya

Bumpin' murder musica

Puerto Rican with a bad attitude

6'2″, 240, so don’t make me act a fool

I’ll be

Droppin' fools if they disrespect

And if you cross my path, then I

You get a Wreck

Got a wicked ass mind down to do the crime

And if you owe this nigga money, then you runnin' out of time

Te represento

A diez y ocho de sur

De Los Angeles

Romero, tell 'em the rest

Don’t make me have to pull my

Motherfuckin' mack out (Mack out)

I’m blowin' motherfucker’s

Backs out (Backs out)

You best to duck when you hear that sound (BUCK, BUCK)

I’m comin'

I’m runnin'

Make murder musica

Shoot up your car, gives a fuck who you are

Don’t fuck with the R to the O, you should already know

And if wanna go to war, my whole army would go

We brown with rage, roll around with .80 rounds in the kay

To tear you to pieces

Fuck it, I’ll just bury you, breezy

Repeat Chorus

I got murder on my mind, plus two holes in my clip

I pull a W-H-I-Double T-I-E-R buis'

We making daily contemplating over (???) your throats

You motherfuckers tryin' to look me up the way when I’m dumpin'

Fuck with something

Ese, better know what we do

Just play your grinds in firme, and it’ll go all smooth

I slang dope to survive, tried to open your eyes

Hop back and spit

Cock back and die

Homie, I pop pills and guns on the daily basis

Approachin' motherfuckers with those paly faces

The case is

I been on the flame impatient

Fuck a DJ

Don’t let me get to name the stations

So play my shit, fag

I’ll hold you for ransom

I rock shit like coke and grip mics like angus

So speak and get stole on, fag

My flight flew

It’s proven to leave

Rappers in graves, it’s murder music

It’s murder musica

Something you pop your clip into

Murder musica, homeboy, what you gonna do

When us vatos

Come after you

And start shootin' ya

Bumpin' murder musica