Murda Witta Mic

[Verse 1: MNMSTA]

I give it everything I got
From begining to the finish
With energy that replenish
And a heart that don't diminish
MNMSTA
Sharper than a razor's edge
I cut it close like a bullet
That just graze your head
So hold your breath
Close your eyes
And don't make a sound
Bang 'n' pop
Got a Glock and a box of rounds
Gunnin for ya
And guarantee that I gonna show ya
I got homie shoot the lights out
Like the Golden State Warriors
I moving without a sound homie
Quiet as kept
I make you raise your heart rate
And wide your steps
Competition ain't a fact
I wreck 'em down into pieces
Fear only increases
Victims are left speechless
You couldn't reach this
Level of pedestal I stand on
Let alone leave a mark
Or a scratch
Or lay your hand on
Me or any of us
For the fact, if that matter
Or get splatter with shots
From your head to your bladder

[Hook: Mista L]
Things that make you screamin'
Things that make you laughing
Things that make you crying
Running like a fucking psycho
Tell me what you like
It's allright
'Cause we gonna make you high
With these rhymes
Freaks come out at night
Murdered witta mic

[Verse 2: Mista L]
My rap game is about to sold me out to the cops
All that gang-bang slang about dropping clips and shots
Whatchu been thinking?
Sounds from the cars trunks:
All that noise that we making
I can't sleep at night 'cause I know too much
About rights, copyrights
So I'm getting up and rolling the dice, ice cold
What can I say, who wants to die
Not living the life, the story unfolds
Crazy motherfucker, psycho busta
Gonna shut 'em down
I'ma motherfuckin' hustla
My lyrics have psychological effects on a weak person
Click-ons, click-offs
You sicko's heard me
This groove disturbin'
Hurting from the inside
Right on your mind
You're psychos, outta sight
They are dying running for a big dream
Open fire, drive-by, and you're deadman, yeah

[Hook: Mista L]
Things that make you screamin'
Things that make you laughing
Things that make you crying
Running like a fucking psycho
Tell me what you like
It's allright
'Cause we gonna make you high
With these rhymes
Freaks come out at night
Murdered witta mic

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[Verse 3: T-Dubb]
I'm nice upon the mic
But deadly when I hit 'em twice
Confessions of a psycho
Surgical with a fo-fo
Creeping outta alleyway
Grooving in a 64
In case of conversation lay 'em down
Then I roll
Prestigious one known with a gun on the run
Multiple personalities never to be outdone
Up close and personal
Trentirous known villain
When the hit is made
It's obvious who did the killing
Imagine what you see
But can't touch in an instant
It's chess, not checkers
T-Dubb is persistent
Relentless, egotistical known maniac
Dressed in all black
Carries a big strap
My heart pumps no fear
Understand it's all clear
Moves with precision
G's make decisions
It's money bags we grab
Chronics in the air
Westcoast vets
Cross pass if you dare

[Hook: Mista L] x2
Things that make you screamin'
Things that make you laughing
Things that make you crying
Running like a fucking psycho
Tell me what you like
It's allright
'Cause we gonna make you high
With these rhymes
Freaks come out at night
Murdered witta mic

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