First Degree
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Ayo Chris, man
What you think these niggas is thinking, man?
Ain't no violators except us, man
Why these niggas trying to violate shit without us, man, huh?
I told these niggas man, a piece of the pie come to the game
We want in, man, Franchise want in
I love niggas who talk drama 'till the gun is stuck in they face
Screaming for they mama, left with
Three in the dome, three in the chest and waist
Don't let this young nigga deceive you
You want beef? Then tell me where to meet you
I'll spray so much heat, one side of the earth will melt
Then step off, Diddy bopping, chain rocking, knocking my belt
My niggas rock raw, and stick barrels down
Niggas mouths 'till they catch lockjaw
I got plans to spit a million and more
Before I hit a million and four
Before death pull a gun on me, squeeze one of me
I'm trying to make sure niggas want none of me
You just don't know what these streets have done to me
What's become of me
I was raised in a world so cold it's numbing me
I'm so dirty, I'm filthy, I done scared so many niggas
It's gonna take a scared nigga to kill me
If it's murder, drugs, guns or related to thugs, I'm guilty
It's murder we gon' leave you with, nigga
Franchise gonna fill you with lead, nigga
No more crying over spilled blood
Throw your guns if you a real thug, uhh
It's murder we gon' leave you with, nigga
Franchise gonna fill you with lead, nigga
No more crying over spilled blood
Throw your guns if you a real thug, uhh
Yo, you see how sometimes niggas
Boy, I'm gon' speak to the four
Cause you's a sometime thug, sometimes seeking the law
I'ma see to it you breathe no more
When we crash your door
It's not a game, Pesci don't laugh no more
Black Tahoe stashed in the door, fitting beautiful in it
A nigga drink so there's a urinal in it
On the belt do the usual limit, you know
Double five, heading to L.I. to bubble the pies
Before I die I want your speakers to bleed my name
Cafe, weed leaky caine, Franchise three of the same
I let my niggas hit this man
Cause ain't nothing but exes on my hit list man
And I'm a business man in the city, don't force the kid
I'm a gangster once I cross the bridge, and I toss your wig
Fronting niggas don't fake for me
Cause for them cakes, I'm running in your bakery
It's murder
It's murder we gon' leave you with, nigga
Franchise gonna fill you with lead, nigga
No more crying over spilled blood
Throw your guns if you a real thug, uhh
It's murder we gon' leave you with, nigga
Franchise gonna fill you with lead, nigga
No more crying over spilled blood
Throw your guns if you a real thug, uhh
Ayo my niggas stay on they job
And if it's any drama involved
We grip shotguns, matics or the ones that revolve
See me hopping out a grey five, dope in the trunk
And enough coke to have these blocks open for months
When I pop up, niggas better head for the hills
Act tough and you gon' see how many heads'll get killed
Start up a war, dog I'm holding plenty of guns
Niggas come home to find a bomb taped to they son
Bunch of violent niggas taking your ones
Went from copping a bird, now we cop 'em by the tons
You heard? I down Henny 'till my vision is blurred
Shit I'm only trying to live it up, get high and drunk 'till I hurl
Type of nigga that'll bag up your girl and twist her
I got no love for these bitches and these bitch-ass niggas
Hating me cause they wish they had it like me
I'm from Brooklyn and I'm glad to be
It's murder
It's murder we gon' leave you with, nigga
Franchise gonna fill you with lead, nigga
No more crying over spilled blood
Throw your guns if you a real thug, uhh
It's murder we gon' leave you with, nigga
Franchise gonna fill you with lead, nigga
No more crying over spilled blood
Throw your guns if you a real thug, uhh