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letra de murder scene - joints only

[intro: joints only]
let’s turn it up
what’s good? this is just incredible (sv on the track)
representing joints only
you checkin’ out the heat, man, the hottest sh-t in the streets
r3 da chilliman (yeah, benji)
joints only volume 1, come on

[chorus: r3 da chilliman]
walked me down but didn’t finish, is he really a k!ller?
just a rich crip with fat chains when i look in the mirror
yellow tape him, white chalk, it’s a murder scene
say you a joint, but who is he? we never heard of him
walked me down but didn’t finish, is he really a k!ller?
just a rich crip with fat chains when i look in the mirror
yеllow tape him, white chalk, it’s a murder scеne
say you a joint, but who is he? we never heard of him

[verse 1: r3 da chilliman]
n-ggas claimin’ sh-t they ain’t did, who raised these n-ggas?
that n-gga thirty and he broke, who gon’ pay that n-gga?
we hoppin’ out, send shots, now it’s k!llers on the loose
my studio session sellin’ pounds, but now she be in the booth
filled his body up with slugs, possessed for the gang
i’m a young n-gga from the block, spent forty on a chain
berth pokin’ off my waist, i can’t hide my weapon
audemar rollie in the air like a prized possession
you let threes behind the wheel, then i’m drag racing
he run from me when i got glock, then his back breaking
rich n-gga, all designer, and i’m totin’ a smacker
you’re a bum n-gga with empty pockets, he’s a non-factor
[chorus: r3 da chilliman]
walked me down but didn’t finish, is he really a k!ller?
just a rich crip with fat chains when i look in the mirror
yellow tape him, white chalk, it’s a murder scene
say you a joint, but who is he? we never heard of him
walked me down but didn’t finish, is he really a k!ller?
just a rich crip with fat chains when i look in the mirror
yellow tape him, white chalk, it’s a murder scene
say you a joint, but who is he? we never heard of him

[verse 2: r3 da chilliman]
if he a n-gga where he from, then go get you a trophy
you don’t wanna spin out the whip, then go find you a stollie
ain’t no duckin’, dodgin’ threesies, just pay what you owe me
my crodie outside totin’ heat knowin’ he’s a parolie
hit the hood and we gon’ blow whoever outside
i just want white chalk with his whole body outlined
blue rag in a big bag, that’s my size
if you ain’t packin’ heat, then get the f-ck out my ride
dope popper, the crowbar gon’ pop them locks
don’t chase a b-tch ’cause i be busy chasin’ them knots
you buck a fluff and got the nerve to find sh-t funny
don’t take advice from him ’cause he ain’t never got no money

[chorus: r3 da chilliman]
walked me down but didn’t finish, is he really a k!ller?
just a rich crip with fat chains when i look in the mirror
yellow tape him, white chalk, it’s a murder scene
say you a joint, but who is he? we never heard of him
walked me down but didn’t finish, is he really a k!ller?
just a rich crip with fat chains when i look in the mirror
yellow tape him, white chalk, it’s a murder scene
say you a joint, but who is he? we never heard of him

- joints only

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