Murda 1

[Verse]
Yo bagging up at Clint crib shit was all good
Til them niggas got knocked and went and told on the hood
Shit that's why my click gotta stay full
When I see one of them niggas Imma let it go as much as I could
Ain't no need to get shit understood
You was just another leech and still ain't hold it down like you should
I show no remorse to niggas that told
I knew to keep my lips closed
Shit that was back when I was six years old
Just knew there ain't no coming back when you break that code
You better put you on a hat because these streets get cold
You better stay with you a strap, you know I keep me a [?]
I keep the shit on my lap I almost slipped up once
Fucking around with the yak almost got hit up once
But most of all nigga keep you a gun
It's murder