Murder Talk Pt. 5 lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck
Free Max
(J-J-J-JT on the track again) Let's go
Aight (AyoCBass, it's a hit)
I'm pourin' (Ayy)
[?] n*gga say he want smoke
Dead man, dead man chokin' on the floor, go (Ohh, sh*t)
I don't give [?] friends, f*ck
2Pac, old song, [?] hit a n*gga opp

[Verse 1]
So what? I dyed my dreads gray (What?)
That ain't the only thing that's dead, gang
Mister shoot a n*gga in his damn face
Bleh, bleh, bleh, dirty pistol, it's a throw away
Ain't nobody goin' in the river, that's a closed case (I'm pourin')
That's the end of your chapter
Somebody call Mary Graham to get a motherf*ckin' pastor (Yeah, yeah)
My brotha Wop delivered caskets
Flip to the book of revelations, it's the motherf*ckin' rapture (Ayy)
Dead man, dead man
This that murdеr talk, go
Killers outside ya house
If you comе out then it's July 4th
Headshot, dead man down on the damn floor
n*gga, pick ya pallbearers, what the f*ck you waitin' for? Boom, boom
Choppa in the car, what the f*ck is in the trunk?
If you ain't shot nobody
What the f*ck you got that gun for?
Dead man
Dead man
Down on the damn floor
f*cking pus*y n*ggas

I be really out here spinnin benz
So I can't drop no music
Hella shells left in his side
But this ain't taco Tuesday
You be with them pus*y ass lil boys
With all that bullsh*t
He thouhtg e whasgood inside his hood till we started shootin'
One too many n*ggas died
But I ain't even goin' speak on that
They can't have no viewing
Ko b lurking
Where his people at
You cae't get acknowledgment
n*gga I can't show you non rspect
We goin' get his man
Then we goin try to get his momma next

Go go go
Boom Boom n*gga
Choppa in the car
What the f*ck is in the trunk for?
My choppa retarded it go dumb dumb n*gga
Ael that dissing on the dled
That what little buddy got alumpse for
Lets go
Tornado Kidd n*gga
Choppa town n*gga
Tornado Kidd Spinnin'

b*tch shut yo ass up
I been shootin' this choppa since a juvenile
Backin n*ggas ass up
b*tch take this mother f*ckin switch off my mag
Tryna aim this mother f*cker
Hit a n*gga in the hat
This stupid sh*t shoot too fast

Bam Bam

Dirty ass blicky
Aye fully loaded
Them bodies that be missin
They still got the city pourin'
I just f*cked a opp b*tch raw
Cuz I ain't gonna use no trojan
These nosey ass neighbor
They keep askin' who I'm smokin'