Murda Man lyrics

[Intro]
D-Generation X
D-Generation

[Verse 1]
I’ll knock your f*cking head off your shoulders
b*tch watch your mouth you’ll think we with the secret service the way we finna watch your house sneaking through a n*gga front lawn like his foxes round throw 62 grams in a pot I’m finna lock it down he used to be the man in the spot and they shot him down I’m balling slide foreign n*ggas trying to knock me out of bounce block hot them n*ggas dropping they looking for me I’m not around pouring liquor at that n*gga grave site go ahead pop it now I might slide out the Philly get some smack from my brother Quanny I came here high as sh*t I just smackеd up another Johnny button on the back of my G-Lock I feel like trump and thеm you a pus*y rapping ass n*gga like “Lil Pump” and them Cuz be whooping your ass until you blue I’m still jumping in b*tch I’m ax with that drake who the f*ck want rum with this if you ain’t gon shoot get out the mother f*cking wheel I’m on some other sh*t I don’t know you I’ll gun your ass down watch who you f*cking with

[Interlude]
Jumping out hit everybody f*ck it

[Verse 2]
Jumping out that car hit everybody that’s on that f*cking block a hollow hit him dead in the face we left before he dropped told cuz you gon get another chain you get another opp “he said I already got two chains now I want a watch” we the ones that got the murder rate times ten in this b*tch drop a diss song if you want then we spinning your sh*t it’s a drum on the Drake b*tch you know how many fit in this? I don’t give a f*ck who started what me and my n*ggas come to finish it
I jump out that car like I ain’t got it in my name
He was Icy as a b*tch until we shot him out his chain they say I be talking crazy you better know it ain’t a game 556 bullets blow a n*gga out the frame I’m the smack man the murder man the dog man the top one a real mother f*cking gangster around here you not one I make the call and get you whacked I walk a n*gga down myself it’s something big bulging off my waist but that’s not my belt Brody got hit five times in his gut I don’t know how he felt they jump out the car board day and hit him while his baby mama was there ain’t no rules in this sh*t n*gga you know we come (?) and sh*t I was in the trap breaking slabs I don’t know nothing about swiping sh*t Ap on my wrist but little cuz will give his life for this I only f*ck cause she ya BM n*gga I don’t even like the b*tch