Murder We Wrote

[Intro: Apocalipps]
Fronting

[Pre-Verse: Sha Gotti]
Yo when you fronting son? I'ma murder one of y'all dudes
Hot shot one, now that niggas maggot food
Forty-fifth'll make a nigga change his attitude
Rapid fire, trying to hit him off this latitude

[Verse 1: Apocalipps & Sha Gotti]
My crew be living like Kings but we ain't Latin
You don't know the half like the motherfucking fraction
Tough actin like Tinactin, breaking backs in
Fatigue gear, blood on my boots, no more fashion
Trust me son, Ruthless you don't wanna battle
'Cause you'll be up shits creek without a fucking paddle
The heat is guarantee to seat you like a saddle
Me and the God, we bringing beef like cattle
Avoiding snakes that rattle rat tails that tattle
Paranoid, getting ice grilled by the double barrel
Know what they say about these scared cats, tell everyone
But I got guns to make 'em really run, you hear me son?
Now here's the plan, clear the block it's like that
Because they said they got gats, you think I fear that?
I hear that, procrastinate or retaliate, you'll never win
The crews' in Timbs, I knock you all down like roller blades
Eh yo my gat is contagious, watch out you might catch it
Come in my town, think twice 'cause shit is hectic
What!? You think you cutting, you ain't saying nothing
Slit you from your fucking forehead to your belly button
Who you be? Sha Gotti, always busting a shotti
And fucking your hottie, you walk in a [?]
High as hell, beam up like Scotty, rock my hair knotty
Eighty cops can't stop me so anybody try me
No doubt, put your best man up, I kick his ass too
And bash you, and get my fucking nut off like cashew
I don't get down with these clowns 'cause they don't know me
Just hold me down and watch me bust 'em down just like a stoggy
What? Guns I tote, amateurs take note
Then you can quote/unquote
It's Murder We Wrote we murdered this son

[Chorus: Ruthless Bastards]
If you test us, nigga you won't pass
On these Shaolin streets, nigga you won't last
It's murder on tape, boby bags, mental tags
Niggas don't know the half my whole crew ready to blast

[Verse 2: Infrared & Blizzard]
Even the realest niggas a-cry, fake ass niggas a-lie
But the Stakes is High like De La, that's probably why
We all locked down in the streets
Looking for the key, grab the heat and shot and release
I'm sick of the beast, tired of these motherfuckers harassing
Disturbing the blunt passing I see life flashing and techs cashing
Laced in fatigue fashion, my team asking, what time kids be blasting?
Smashing anything in sight for the right price, quick to pull a heist
Got your niggas [?], so think twice
While me and my man, we kick the logic
I'm from the psychotic project
Lay me game down so we can get the prophet
Stop it, you don't want, it's Inf' the first blunted Blizzard
The fifth I puff lye to overcome it and turn into a savage
When I was young I used to see bullets fly past my carriage
And not the average, we still trying to live lavish
Ruthless Bastards, a deep mob bringing havoc
With mad wisdom, take over like communism
A military that's ready to break down the prison
To set all my people free, so we could live equally
Fronting hard like statues but ain't no liberty
You got the beast to seem to question me
B-L-I-double Z-A-R-D
My style's fat, and all jealous ones envy
I got my eye on that pig, gimme, you got to take, gimme
So I could measure and get these niggas for their treasure
Now [?] all sick and we ain't getting no better
I'm getting tired of seeing my people's funerals
So I figure blowing trees in my ritual
Hold up, this shit ain't over until I represent my soldiers
We form like Voltron and connect at the shoulders
Guns we tote, weed we smoke, Murder We Wrote
Take your trip across the boat and washed up like soap
And that attract dunn, yo Truck load up the Mac-one
Put me up on the top 'cause I may have to fucking blast one