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LA Capone-Murder Lyrics

(Chorus - LA Capone)

You with the shits, get murder
You talking slick, get murder
Mur-mur-murder me is unheard of
On Your block it’s a murder,
Man down, that’s a murder
We send shots, that’s a murder
F*ck the opps, we do murders
My block got murders

You with the sh*ts, get murder
You talking slick, get murder
Mur-mur-murder me is unheard of
On Your block it’s a murder,
Man down, that’s a murder
We send shots, that’s a murder
You with the sh*ts, get murder
You talking slick, get murder

(Verse 1 – LA Capone)

Hole in his head, he a dowski
You ain’t trying to get it,
I ain’t wit it, stop talking
See that’s a run that we was doing, now we hawking
Get away now, you gangway stalking
Young hot head gonna pop it,
Team 600 taking off like a rocket
Big XD can’t fit it in the pocket
Bank rolls shorty, can’t fit it in the wallet
Whole team lurking, everybody want a body
We do this, do that, they copping
Tell your b*tch, I only want tops
And if she bites, she gonna think I’m Rocky
Fast life sh*t, doing hits outta mazzi
Foreign lil b*tch, she walk like a Ferrari
Killed your man, well damn I’m sorry I don’t remember
I was off that molly, probably

(Chorus - LA Capone)

You with the sh*ts, get murder
You talking slick, get murder
Mur-mur-murder me is unheard of
On Your block it’s a murder,
Man down, that’s a murder
We send shots, that’s a murder
F*ck the opps, we do murders
My block got murders

You with the sh*ts, get murder
You talking slick, get murder
Mur-mur-murder me is unheard of
On Your block it’s a murder,
Man down, that’s a murder
We send shots, that’s a murder
You with the sh*ts, get murder
You talking slick, get murder

(Verse 2 – LA Capone)

Lame ass n*gga, be quiet
What you smoke, it stinks, it’s quiet
What I smoke, it stinks, I’m tired
He get poked, don’t go get fried
I’m the same n*gga who you’ve seen on the dry
Popped me a pill, and got everything lying
Coming outta the car with the gun to the side
Switch these cars, it’s bloody inside
Come u better blow, D-Block can’t go
Coming out now, yea, that’s lil bro
Got a lot n*ggas, Lil D gonna blow
I Can’t forget JD gonna blow
Heavy artillery, heat getting smoked
N*ggas all jittery, he ain’t gonna blow
He ain’t really about that life, I know,
I’ve watched all these lil n*ggas grow


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