DOUBLE HOMICIDE

Hook]
Nigga you got money on your head
You gon fuckin' die
Try to run up on me then
Consider it a suicide
Pull up with your crew
None of yall make it out alive
Watch the bullets rain
Now it's a double fuckin homicide

Verse]
Bitch you better back up
Nigga you'll get smacked up
I don't need no sawed off
Just to make your skull pop
I feel like a god
When your girlfriend rides on top
Cuz when I fuck your bitch
She makes sure that we raw dog
We all know that you cap
Oh, please don't make me laugh
All that shit you drop is trash
You gon be left in the past
You is just a snitch ass federal informant
A walking corpse
That your mother should've aborted
Sending bodies to the morgue
Busting down some doors
Killing all you niggas cause
I'm rotten to the core
Said I had enough
But I always want some more
Why the System Down
Why they always send the poor
They just wanna break you
Waste you, Erase you
Replace you
They just want your place dude
They play you and snake you
Claim that they made you
Complain that you changed too
But deep down they never really knew you
Put you in a blunt
Smoke you up like 2pac's ashes
Make a nigga disappear
Call it black magic
1 2 3, now I heard he copped a plea
4 5 6, now I know that he a snitch
Bitch you better get the fuck out of my damn way or you're gonna catch a blade straight to your fucking face
Watch what you say or get jumped by the gang bitch it's up to you to choose your untimely fate

Hook]
Nigga you got money on your head
You gon fuckin' die
Try to run up on me then
Consider it a suicide
Pull up with your crew
None of yall make it out alive
Watch the bullets rain
Now it's a double fuckin homicide