Murder Music (feat. DE) - Ju

Lets be honest I got options but you're still apart of me This is why I take precautions wear my heart up on my sleeve And you know I saw you calling but I had to let it ring If you talk it better walk it when you try to step to me You a diamond in the rough I know I can't buy yo love Sorry it's just hard for me to trust you Its fuck you but I love you Never put myself above you I never put myself above you I ain't here for long Hope you hear this song I know know that you miss me when I'm gone I'm busy with this lifestyle know you want me tied down think I want this right now Mhmm mmmmm you don't really love me you just love the way I live let's be honest Mhmm mmmmm how you supposed to love me when you barely love yo self let's be honest Mhmm mmmmm why you always sub me on the gram you be talking outta pocket Mhmm mmmmm when I take these drugs I feel lovely you be tellin me to stop it I got profits and deposits in my pockets next to me Bring the glocks in get to poppin thugs be quick to let it squeeze Keep it modest I'm the hottest in my city they can see You so toxic get off topic when you try to talk to me Lets be honest I got options but you're still apart of me This is why I take precautions wear my heart up on my sleeve And you know I saw you calling but I had to let it ring If you talk it better walk it when you try to step to me You a diamond in the rough I know I can't buy yo love Sorry it's just hard for me to trust you Its fuck you but I love you Never put myself above you I never put myself above you Lets be honest I got options but you're still apart of me This is why I take precautions wear my heart up on my sleeve And you know I saw you calling but I had to let it ring If you talk it better walk it when you try to step to me You a diamond in the rough I know I can't buy yo love Sorry it's just hard for me to trust you Its fuck you but I love you Never put myself above you I never put myself above you

Nobody saw him running, from 16th avenue They never found the fingerprint, or the weapon that was used But someone killed country music, cut out its heart and soul They got away with murder, down on music row The almighty dollar and the lust for worldwide fame Slowly killed tradition and for that someone should hang (Oh, you tell them, Alan) Oh, they all say not guilty, but the evidence will show That murder was committed, down on music row For the steel guitars no longer cry and fiddles barely play But drums and rock 'n roll guitars are mixed up in your face Ol' Hank wouldn't have a chance on today's radio Since they committed murder, down on music row They thought no one would miss it, once it was dead and gone They said, "No one would buy them old drinking and cheating songs" (But I'll still buy 'em) Well, there ain't no justice in it and the hard facts are cold Murder's been committed, down on music row Oh, the steel guitars no longer cry, and you can't hear fiddles play With drums and rock 'n roll guitars mixed right up in your face Why, the Hag, he wouldn't have a chance, on today's radio Since they committed murder, down on music row Why, they even tell the Possum, to pack up and go back home There's been an awful murder, down on music row

What it do, Loc? Yeah (yeah) We up in this - On some murder murder, kill, kill sh- (uh) Yeah (The Butcher comin') Some real hip-hop sh- Yo, murder music just for this type of sh- that could ban us 'Cause this what they gon' play when they wipe they prints off they hammers I'm really like that, I ain't just write this sh- for the camera I did in my city what Michael Vick did in Atlanta (yeah) Cash saved for insurance, them bad days was a force (nah) Still hood, roach clips and the ashtrays in my foreign (haha) In L.A., R&B - drunk with her hands around me The night Swizz introduced me to Nas at a Grammy party (uh-huh) When my strip introducеd me to hard, I had grams around me (no) A star player nеver asks for the ball, they just playin' around me N- heard I took a shot, they was askin' if I was good I looked the shooter right in his eyes when that trigger got pulled Huh Murder music, mur-murder music Murder music, murder music (yeah) Yeah, murder music, murder music Mur-murder music (ha-ha) Yeah, some come through the water (uh-huh) Some come through the border (uh) Some of them get caught, but that's dependin' on the porter (yup) Old n- hidin', young n- slidin' (ughn) I'm bein' a man just protectin' and providin' My only concern is if it cooked right (that's it) My chain yellow way the diamonds set up, it make it look white (ooh) Kill you for nothin' 'cause they petty (uh) Cuttin' the dog food with the feti (yup) Ain't young but they ready (they ready) No crowd, I get my applause off the beat I'm a boss so I make sure all of us eat (all of us) Say, a couple funerals'll bring a war to a cease And remember, it ain't no reward for the streets This is not normal (nah), Dickey suit is how we dress formal (yeah) The way I'm ridin' these tracks like a porno (woo) A'ight then, what's up then? (What's up?) I'm bustin' Every control substance I touched it, I know it's disgustin' (agh) I'm just stackin', call me El Guapo (uh-huh) And I bet you never had a brick from El Chapo (never) Tuesday, I just play the crib and make tacos (woo) A lot of n- frontin' like they nice, but they not though Y'all spoke that up, now soak that up (soak that up) They done pulled my coat, nigga, the GOAT got up, what's up? Murder music, mur-murder music Murder music, murder music Yeah, murder music Murder music, mur-murder music Yeah, murder music Murder music, mur-murder music Yeah, murder music Murder music, (yo) mur-murder music I only got time to murder sh-, I bang 'em While deafening in both ears (uh-huh) When I'm makin' n- black And rip couches and throw cheers (uh-huh) At times I be unleashin' the wrath that most fear (uh-huh) I don't discriminate, I even body close peers See I'm suggestin' most you n- should get to steppin' to the rear (uh-huh) And f- what most you niggas'll talk, I don't care (uh-uh) If you don't rep a rike, you shouldn't come around here (oh no) Adjust one level up, make sure a n- sound clear They wanna stop, and wanna stare (they do) They hate that I'm the best And it's greatness in the flesh and it's pointless to compare You need to scribe this jewelry I write to save this sh- on a server (uh-huh) And type the way that I speak for movin' space on a cursor I'm not an advocate for violence, but push me, I'ma push you further The script, hand on my hips, squeezin' the grip a little firmer These dumb n- don't realize that it's better to be a learner (Stupid ni-) When you don't is when you get the feelin' of burner Shut the f- up, it's better to be watchers, listeners, and observers 'Cause if you not, you'll f- around, that's how n- like you get murdered Murder music, mur-murder music Murder music, murder music Yeah, murder music Murder music, mur-murder music Yeah, murder music Murder music, mur-murder music Yeah, murder music Murder music, mur-murder music Murder was the case, the-the, the case The case was murder