Murda Scene (feat. Ar-Ab)

Jump out a bush, get to spraying on you

For about a week, I was laying on you

I'm at the stove or I'm at your throat

If I can't get to you, then I'm at your folks

Every day be a murder scene

We the murder team, that's on everything

Every day I need a pint of lean

I'm 'bout to light some green, I order rice and wings

2 in the morning, Chinese store draw in

Dead smack on point, Ruger hanging on him

I'm getting lose hanging out the roof

Heard you a rat, and they got the proof

It was written I was in my Grifes

Prolly counting chicken, fresh off a mission

If you wasn't mentioned you should mind your business

Kill a **** on Christmas, prolly fuck his misses

I'm with King AB, I should bring the mag

If you got your kids with you, I might give you a pass

It's the dice roller, this the heist order

This is priceless, any shooter I sent never froze up

This is fluid, I put nothing to it

It's just something grooving, you my fucking student

I still do it for them youngins shooting

Don't got their life together, or they restricted movement

****, don't panic, I'll have you running, dancing

Everybody calling your phone but you not answering

This the takeover, this a makeover

Treat these North Philly streets like it's Daytona

I'll spin your corner, I get up on ya, they paint a picture, mourn ya

I'm having a drink with Sonia

She a heavy moaner, when I hump all on her

I'll walk your girl in the crib, I have the pump all on her

This is no excuses, all my **** ruthless

Corny rapper, who this?

Pocket full of blue shit

You **** know I do this, it's Darkavelli new shit

It's slaughter crib, oh shit

I'm in a booth, lose it