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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Uncle Murda
Uncle Murda
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leonard Carl Grant
Leonard Carl Grant
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Buckroll
Buckroll
Producer
Great John
Great John
Recording Engineer
Anthony Daniel
Anthony Daniel
Mixing Engineer
James Boone McElroy
James Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer
NDA
NDA
Engineer
Kristof Lilienthal
Kristof Lilienthal
Producer

Testi

Just know I'm shooting back when them **** come to hit me
If I die bet you one of my opps is coming with me
Rest a piece to me and the **** that hit me up
I'm going out like a G -Street, **** gon' pick me up
Told you if I die don't cry for me, just ride for me
Make all them **** die for me
And if you ain't gon' ride for me, don't lie to me
Don't chill and get high with me
If I die **** make the **** whole family feel it
Kill everything that **** love, you know how I would've did it
Let my fam know the **** who responsible got smoked
Financially they good if I die I'm not broke
Spend them **** block after y 'all hit them **** up
Then you can go on Instagram and post all my pictures up and write about how you miss me and the long caption
And subliminally you can let **** know what happened
Fuck pouring out liquor and getting a tattoo
If you see a **** mother lacking she can get clapped too
Kill when the mind's your whole family life in danger
This the mentality of a young Brooklyn teenager
I ain't got a lot of friends but I got a lot of opps
Can't get no beef in the hood after a body drop
It's on for life on sight, you know I got it on me
Police coming, **** screaming out the window to warn me
Just know I'm shooting back when them **** come to hit me
If I die bet you one of my opps is coming with me
Rest a piece to me and the **** that hit me up
I'm going out like a G -Street, **** gon' pick me up
Told you if I die don't cry for me, just ride for me
Make all them **** die for me
And if you ain't gon' ride for me, don't lie to me
Don't chill and get high with me
...lost the power crush your enemy totally
When I kill one of my opps I want the **** to know it's me
Police tryna trick me saying we got people that saw ya
No first 48 hours I'm asking for a lawyer
I kill a **** that killed my man and do a quarter
I'm riding to the wheels fall off like I'm a Trump supporter
Bodies dropping we don't care if there's cameras on the corner
You dying from a headshot with my **** run up on ya
Still active still dealing with all kind of beef
Smoking one of my opps right now mixed with some ...
We police ourselves **** we don't involve the cops
Just told my man kids we killed the **** that killed they pops
I know that can't bring them back but I hope they get some closure
And remember what we did for they pops when they get older
Dying ain't the shit but it's pleasant, kinda quiet
Watch my **** bring the riot
Just know I'm shooting back when them **** come to hit me
If I die bet you one of my opps is coming with me
Rest a piece to me and the **** that hit me up
I'm going out like a G -Street, **** gon' pick me up
Told you if I die don't cry for me, just ride for me
Make all them **** die for me
And if you ain't gon' ride for me, don't lie to me
Don't chill and get high with me
Just know I'm shooting back when them **** come to hit me
If I die bet you one of my opps is coming with me
Rest a piece to me and the **** that hit me up
I'm going out like a G -Street, **** gon' pick me up
Told you if I die don't cry for me, just ride for me
Make all them **** die for me
And if you ain't gon' ride for me, don't lie to me
Don't chill and get high with me
Written by: Leonard Carl Grant
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