Murda She Wrote

[Intro: 5th]
I say murda murda she wrote, murda murda she wrote, ah
AR you bodied this one
See I put the dick in her throat, I put the dick in her throat, ah
This a lil' bit to saucy for them niggas, ah, ah

[Chorus: 5th]
I say murda, murda she wrote, ah
I put the dick in her throat, ah
She fuck me good goat, ah
She say you seen now whoa
Ahh, murda murda no lie
Ahh, I don't play both sides
I say murda, murda she wrote, ah
I put the C in the loc, ah
Gettin' bread by the loaf
Keep a burner for the toast
Pussy niggas do the most
Make an opp turn ghost, ahh errr

[Verse 1: Bizz Loc]
All my life I've been so bad
Growing up without no dad
Most niggas be funny, they crack jokes but I don't laugh
Young boy my chrome blast
Diss me and you won't last
Bang it up on any block
Go to any range and I won't crack
Doing time I don't rat
If I get knockеd I'll thug it out
Turning up when it's war time
Thesе other niggas just ran their mouth
Knuckle game that's what I'm 'bout
Catch an opp I'll snuff him out
That's Bizz shit, road life I don't bat 'em up I just gun 'em down
Run him up or just run him down
Either way ride out
Best believe my clip empty, any time that I slide out
Eatin' food I grind now, gut big my bitch bad
Some of them either gets beat down then fucked up like get mad
Stuntin' on me you get jammed
You hustle hard, I'm robbin' hard
Catch 'em niggas like ten deep
Pop it off and then rob 'em all
Fuck a problem I solve 'em all
Just for the mask that's my class
You don't know my name bitch?!
Bizz Loc Body Bagz!

[Chorus: 5th]
I say murda, murda she wrote, ah
I put the dick in her throat, ah
She fuck me gargle, ah
She say you seen now whoa
Ahhh, murda murda no lie
Ahhh, I don't play both sides
I say murda, murda she wrote, ah
I put the C in the loc, ah
Gettin' bread by the loaf
Keep a burner for the toast
Pussy niggas do the most
Make an opp turn ghost, ahh errr

[Verse 2: Bizz Loc]
I'm a young nigga, not a dumb nigga
Getting paid plenty money
Big cake no 1's nigga
Open up and I ton niggas
Go to war with your OG's
Treating niggas like Backwoods when they get lit and then roll trees
Flip dope oz's
Branched out got more fiends
Sonning niggas godfather, gettin' money like Moe Greene
Execute your whole team
My clip mean your set laided
Go to war with a hit list, I murder niggas then check names
Big dog great dane
Choppin' ho's with fake names
Fuck the opps, riding out I gear up but I stay sane
Beat it up, bang bang
Whippin' hard I slang caine
In the streets my name rang
Crip crip, gang bang
Loc'd out my flag hang
I'm throwin' signs my shorty fine
Get head from your main bitch
I'm rollin' ill, she snortin' lines
Shorty say that it's all mine, but we ain't on the same wave though
Pimpin' ho's these niggas know I'm ridin' out like Range Rover

[Chorus: 5th]
I say murda, murda she wrote, ah
I put the dick in her throat, ah
She fuck me gargle, ah
She say you seen now whoa
Ahhh, murda murda no lie
Ahhh, I don't play both sides
I say murda, murda she wrote, ah
I put the C in the loc, ah
Gettin' bread by the loaf
Keep a burner for the toast
Pussy niggas do the most
Make an opp turn ghost, ahh errr

[Outro: Bizz Loc]
Smoke that!
What's wrong with these niggas
Eg-West in the fuckin' building, nigga!
It's Bizz Loc! Errrr Goddddd!
E Dubz C to the A2A to the YEG all of that gang shit, nigga
We the ones that's out here, nigga