Murder on My Mind (feat. SpaceGhostPurrp, Bizzy Bone & Krayzie Bone)

Yeah! Yeah! You already know! Yessirr! Bone Thug is in the building! Da Mafia 6ix up in here! Put your motherfucking lighters in the air! Yeah Fully automatic bitch I put a bullet in your head It's bout to go down, the world been waitin' on this! Mafia 6ix, Bone, SpaceGhostPurrp, JGRXXN, let's go! Murder on my fucking mind, I think about it all the time Murder on my fucking mind, I think about it all the time Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up? Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up? Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up? Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up? Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas I got Glocks, Tec-9's Shoot you in your motherfucking face These haters better run Cause I'm gunning automatic with a extra clip on my waist These niggas 'bout to beat it Chop 'em with the choppa, get the chalk up in the body bag Body bag, body bag, we some hood niggas, we ain't got a body bag Put his ass in a motherfucking Glad bag To be honest I'm really glad his ass dead 'Bout to go and do the same to his mom and dad Ring the door bell, like I got somethin' to tell 'Soon as he answers send their ass straight to hell They ain't had shit to do with it, oh well! But bitch shoot up your jaws that ain't fucking tell If I'm mad at one than I'm grabbing my gun Ain't no motherfuckin' body gon' be found Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up? Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up? Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up? Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up? Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas Half of these niggas they don't put in any rhyme Laugh at these niggas, they don't put in any time Put a foot up in yo ass, I put a gun in every line Fully automatic steppin' to the static every time Take you niggas every time, subliminal the criminal When everybody dies, see the spirit with his spine If the spirit should be mine, I'mma fight up in this mothafucka Riot in this mothafucka, killing every enemy I see Gimme my nine, hit 'em with the kinda little bullets that'll duck you from the bridges to the pond From the fence to the zig zag line Get tense, I'm relentless, I put a bullet in his mind Not a bully but I'm tough from the grit and the grime Niggas slick, niggas slime, niggas crip, they can die With a kill switch, kill shit, how you wanna deal with it? Elevated, come in that motherfucker, for real Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up? Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up? Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up? Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up? Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas Bitches better duck from the buckin' of the double barrel pump Plus a trunk for a nigga that'll slip Niggas know the business when I'm all in Memphis Never love a rookie sucker, take a nigga grip when I rip Ain't that right? Skinny Pimp told you hoes before Crazy as a motherfucker, nigga you ain't know? You better ask the last fuck bitch Then I catch a charge, kickin' her down Yeah straight through the floor Kill, first forty-eight all up in my mind 666, see it all up in the sky SpaceGhostPurrp all black on with the mask on You can tell a killer lookin' in his eyes Mafia 6ix with the Evil shit Burn a nigga body, drop it in a ditch Ain't no way you can win when the devil walks in Devil's daughter yeah I'm up in this bitch Please don't wanna hear a pin drop Make yo bitch go flesh knob Make this to a murder plot We back up in the hoe, then fuck yo God Pray to your faith with yo Christ mane And put you in the sack until it's day light Hitlist, Legion, Lucifer, Satan Koop got to kill you bitches Christian shizzit breaks my heart Come look at the stars Then I'm bucking everything he owns Money owed, so it's murder on my mind Finger itchin' on the trigger of my nine millimeter I'm a killer if the murder make me richer You'll for certain be the victim if it make a nigga skrilla, gorilla Hit you with the guerrilla crimes I haven't ever really been a friend of mine Hustle hard through the fall, spring, summer, winter time Sip a lotta Henn', hit the weed, sniff a line Now I'm ready, let's go Now I'm on my Superman grind Money burstin' out the pocket so my heater may shine But let's face it, every time a nigga made it You got the jealous tryna to take it So you gotta sucker shake it, shake 'em off Finna stay strapped? You may have to break 'em off Wanna play Bone? Somebody gotta pay the cost Gotta get mine, I can't afford to take a loss Even if that means it's murder when come on the scene And set fire at the party, everybody can bleed They can die, they can die They can die, they can die, die It's like I bit 'em and put venom in 'em And then I'm on a nigga, kill 'em till I'm finished with 'em Finished with 'em One for the gun, two for redruM, murder Three, see them bleed Four, never coming back no more, more, more He dead, he dead, he dead He never coming back no more, more, more This is your life, we will not let you breathe no more RedruM, redruM, redruM RedruM, redruM, redruM Six hundred and sixty six, six hundred and sixty six Six hundred and 666, six hundred and 666 Six hundred and 666, six hundred and 666 Six hundred and 666, six hundred and 666, yeah!