letra de murda man (lyrics) - rell sosa
cold n-gga, but i walk around with hot tamales i’m a soul lifter, hang with n-ggas that’s tryna drop a body i seen baby wack tap a face cuz he was moving sloppy
brody on his fourth case and he still doing robberies
bounce from out that v and chase him down, that’s how you give the belt
man that homicide was vicious, all that pain he felt
hit his head to execute the mission and send him straight to h-ll
them bullets labeled under fed , we sent them straight threw mail
got up close, blood all on the window, had to close the curtains
car reversed, tried to park the whip and now his family hurting
twin be shooting for no reason, he don’t got a purpose
hit his face with golden mr. clean’s then fill em with detergent
and we just boxed a n-gga in and now he in a he-rs-
pain giver, cook they favorite one, that’s how you make it hurt
my brother body took a change cuz he was dumping perks
and on the guys we made it rain, the way we wet his shirt
make him drop a tear, cook a n-gga in some denim tears
she too ratchet with it, b-tch tryna give me love, but i don’t care
lost my brother in it, i can’t get him back, this sh-t for real
i wanna murder n-ggas, see my baby brother pop a pill
and that sh-t hurt, youngest in this sh-t and i had seen the worst
1 of 1, i swear i been a star since my mom gave me birth
we got fully’s, he couldn’t think to shoot cuz n-gga we shot first
lost my heart, i’m trying to see a n-gga body under earth
murder man, they can’t help that man, he losing too much blood
bounce out on him, hit his vertebrae, he can’t even get up
bend that block and we k!lling the first n-gga that act tough
gave him ten but bro gon’ give him more cuz he ain’t had enough
drench n-ggas, we be trying to drench n-ggas
ran into him, put this burner on that b-tch n-gga
bullets running through him, where you going
he ain’t peep in time, grandson in the cells
i just know my wacker chin up high
murder man, they can’t help that man, he losing too much blood
bounce out on him, hit his vertebrae, he can’t even get up
bend that block and we k!lling the first n-gga that act tough
gave him ten but , bro gon’ give em more cause he ain’t had enough
drench n-ggas, we be trying to drench n-ggas
ran into him, put this burner on that b-tch n-gga
bullets running through him, where you going
he ain’t peep in time, grandson in the cells
i just know my wacker chin up high
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