Murder lyrics

[Intro: Tay600]
Let's get it man, Team 600
Shout out to L'A, shout out to Lil Dee, shout out to M-Thang
Steve Drive, D-Block sh*t man
Let's get it, Tay600
You know how we rocking man
Shaq City sh*t, R.I.P and free the guys man

[Chorus: L'A Capone]
You with the sh*t, get murdered
You talking slick, get murdered
Murder me, it's unheard of
On your block it's a murder
Man down, that's a murder
We send shots, it's a murder
f*ck the opps, we do murders
My block got murders
You with the sh*t, get murdered
You talking slick, get murdered
Murder me, it's unheard of
On your block it's a murder
Man down, that's a murder
We send shots, it's a murder
You with the sh*t, get murdered
Talking slick, get murdered
[Verse 1: L'A Capone]
Hole in his head he a dolphin
You ain't trying to get it, I ain't with it, stop talking
See us or run, now it's done, now we hawking
Get away, now I'm in your gangway stalking, stop it
Young hot head gone pop it
Team 600 taking off like a rocket
Big XD, can't fit it in the pocket
Bank roll shorty, can't fit it in the wallet
Whole team lurking, everybody want a body
We do this, do that, they copy
Tell your b*tch I only want toppy
And if she bite she gone think I'm Rocky
Fast life sh*t, doing hits out a Mazi
Foreign little b*tch, she a walking Ferrari
Killed your man, well damn I'm sorry
I don't remember, I was off that molly, probably

[Chorus: L'A Capone]
You with the sh*t, get murdered
You talking slick, get murdered
Murder me, it's unheard of
On your block it's a murder
Man down, that's a murder
We send shots, it's a murder
f*ck the opps, we do murders
My block got murders
You with the sh*t, get murdered
You talking slick, get murdered
Murder me, it's unheard of
On your block it's a murder
Man down, that's a murder
We send shots, it's a murder
You with the sh*t, get murdered
Talking slick, get murdered
[Verse 2: L'A Capone]
Lame ass n*gga be quiet
What you smoke, it stink, it's quiet
What I smoke, it stink, I'm tired
He get poked, don't go get fried
I'm the same n*gga who you seen on the drive
Popped me a pill and got everything live
Coming out the cut with the gun to the side
Swiss cheese the cars, all bloody inside
Coming better blow, D-Block can't go
Call Numbanine yeah that's little bro
Got a lot of n*ggas, Lil Dee gone blow
I can't forget JB gone blow
Heavy artillery, he can get smoked
n*ggas all jittery, he ain't gone blow
He ain't really 'bout that life, I know
I done watched all these little n*ggas grow