The Jacka - Murder on My Mind lyrics
[The Jacka - Murder on My Mind lyrics]
Dippin, mind on my riches
36 shots in my clip and my shit rip listen
You can hear death reppin
Riden in a chevy 3 caprice with his weapon
And his name is Husalah
Manifested the real bringing death to suckas
Its classic
The words of a psycho hand on my rifle
Tucked by the light pole ichin to take blood
Waiting to take life from
Haters with slanderous tongues
I like fights but it's fun to handle the gun
Niggas been rich been on the run been on one
My satanic cannon it's tragic
Everytime I rap BOOODDAT! and it's tragic
Young smilin' ridin in my drop
Or my hundred thouwow shutin
Down parkin lots nigga
They didn't belieave me
(beleave me) when I told um
I was crazy (crazy)
Riden in my hundred thousand dollar car
All I think about is murder lately (lately)
You wanna get fly like a gangsta
Push pies like a gangsta
But, you scared to die like a gangsta
And when it's really going down
You niggas ain't around mac 9 you lay
Em down the clip hold 60 rounds
Though I can spit like rap and rhyme and
Slow it down pop em off wit that slow flow
That o show i pull up on 4's up
In the O's boat bitches on my dick
But all I give a shit about is coke
I'm in the motha fucken kitchen whippin doing
Things with this heroin that's not
To mention, cross country shippin, money
Is flippin, loadin up these clips
For these niggas thats snitchin, bITCH!
My shit rip like a jimmy that
Don't fit i told y'all
Niggas that it's HUSALAH ridin in
My shit tryina murda mothafuckaz
Ridin round town finna murda muthafuckaz
Murder isn't easy
But when you do it once you can do it
A million times take a million lives selling
Dope is easy
But when you get caught ask yourself
Can you do your time, or snitch and die
This is why
I don't sleep! keep a long
Thing that's atleast three feet
People die everyday cause they instincts weak
When you do sell a thing than your
Plannin' for defeat this is real life
And the things that people do is real
Trife more often than not the results
Is your life i'm on my
Way to the federal correctional
Climb in my SL 5 every late night
Thinkin how my life is miraculous
Ex king-pin gettin rich from this rap shit
In '94 i sold my soul
For the crack shit in '99 I
Found out that was black shit
Graduate to bricks wrote a plan
And a tactic, got rich, but the
End was a classic young dope deala
Duckin feds in the traffic
Young dope deala duckin feds in the traffic
Got convicted so now I can rap it most
These rappers never did it so they
Actin they was neva even seen on the
Set all the time they were
Gang bangin on the internet
But the SL 500 is real the 276's will take
Off ya grill by the time this
Comes out i'ma be locked up
But the MOB still got shit locked up
You gonna get tired of hidin try
To come outside and thats the night your
Bitch ass gonna get popped up
36 shots in my clip and my shit rip listen
You can hear death reppin
Riden in a chevy 3 caprice with his weapon
And his name is Husalah
Manifested the real bringing death to suckas
Its classic
The words of a psycho hand on my rifle
Tucked by the light pole ichin to take blood
Waiting to take life from
Haters with slanderous tongues
I like fights but it's fun to handle the gun
Niggas been rich been on the run been on one
My satanic cannon it's tragic
Everytime I rap BOOODDAT! and it's tragic
Young smilin' ridin in my drop
Or my hundred thouwow shutin
Down parkin lots nigga
They didn't belieave me
(beleave me) when I told um
I was crazy (crazy)
Riden in my hundred thousand dollar car
All I think about is murder lately (lately)
You wanna get fly like a gangsta
Push pies like a gangsta
But, you scared to die like a gangsta
And when it's really going down
You niggas ain't around mac 9 you lay
Em down the clip hold 60 rounds
Though I can spit like rap and rhyme and
Slow it down pop em off wit that slow flow
That o show i pull up on 4's up
In the O's boat bitches on my dick
But all I give a shit about is coke
I'm in the motha fucken kitchen whippin doing
Things with this heroin that's not
To mention, cross country shippin, money
Is flippin, loadin up these clips
For these niggas thats snitchin, bITCH!
My shit rip like a jimmy that
Don't fit i told y'all
Niggas that it's HUSALAH ridin in
My shit tryina murda mothafuckaz
Ridin round town finna murda muthafuckaz
Murder isn't easy
But when you do it once you can do it
A million times take a million lives selling
Dope is easy
But when you get caught ask yourself
Can you do your time, or snitch and die
This is why
I don't sleep! keep a long
Thing that's atleast three feet
People die everyday cause they instincts weak
When you do sell a thing than your
Plannin' for defeat this is real life
And the things that people do is real
Trife more often than not the results
Is your life i'm on my
Way to the federal correctional
Climb in my SL 5 every late night
Thinkin how my life is miraculous
Ex king-pin gettin rich from this rap shit
In '94 i sold my soul
For the crack shit in '99 I
Found out that was black shit
Graduate to bricks wrote a plan
And a tactic, got rich, but the
End was a classic young dope deala
Duckin feds in the traffic
Young dope deala duckin feds in the traffic
Got convicted so now I can rap it most
These rappers never did it so they
Actin they was neva even seen on the
Set all the time they were
Gang bangin on the internet
But the SL 500 is real the 276's will take
Off ya grill by the time this
Comes out i'ma be locked up
But the MOB still got shit locked up
You gonna get tired of hidin try
To come outside and thats the night your
Bitch ass gonna get popped up