Murda In Tha City (feat. Poodie 9)

I know that I love you, and what love endures Nothing rates above you, for I'm so completely yours To hear folks chatter, and I know you cheat Right or wrong, don't matter, when you're with me, sweetie When you're with me sweetie, when you're with me sweetie When you're with me sweetie, when you're with me sweetie And let me out this bitch, and pop the whip I swear this gon' be quick I was glimmin' on my dick, and then nobody home with shit Focus on that money, nigga, give a fuck about a diss Bro, no tweakin' with that hand, he gon' hit all in the shit Yellow diamonds, when my niggas dancin', shit look like some pins This ain't stunt, but y'all you do, I move, you gon' die like you Chris Been there blockin', check the news, I guess a nigga off the list When they slidin' with no semi, so we slidin' with a switch You got alias, be comin' out the blue like, who is you? On my head, up on this cold, lil' nigga, I ain't leavin' clues She gon' fuck, just cut the name, shoot her booty, yeah, that dude Fucked up one time, look, comin' back, I got a glue Get the spreads, and know this B-lo, nigga, get up in my moves I'm justin' like, you know me, nigga, you ain't been up in my shoes Not from the UK, nigga, kick up in your chop, lookin' for food Nigga, ride a bitch, you hear the phone, I swear she bein' rude They let me out, this bitch, I'm part of it, I swear this gon' be quick I was damn mad on my dick, and then nobody help with shit Focus on that money, nigga, give a fuck about a diss Bro, no tweakin' with that ass, he gon' hit all in this shit Murder in the city when the T's up Me and my homeboy heatin' up just like a teapot Beatin' down your block with several 9's, see if you will watch Knocked that motherfucker on the scene in these blocks I be sweepin', I need a mop Desperate to get your ass on top To all these people cappin' bout the day, I will flop As for Wednesday, they all never come back from the diss I pop I be cookin' with a rock, no, no less it was on top And there's no love in the city for a white fuckin' thug They all hatin' and be givin' me bad looks like as the sun Hill effect, there this your anthem, 'cause your boy got number one Yeah, fuck shit, I ain't done, always callin' hit and runs Would've thought the moors would be all full with what these people done Guess they forgot that this isn't what God plans is if they run I'm my fuckin' 15 down, shit, I'm never fuckin' floppin' Let him run, I'll have him stoppin' with the bodies that I'm droppin' Yeah, murder in the city when I turn the fuckin' news on Another person trapped in yellow tape that's seen in choir songs Regressin' that humanity, I guess they have it all wrong I'll be rappin' till the day my motherfuckin' voice don't come And let me out this bitch and pop the whip, I swear this gon' be quick I was dumb and all my diggin' ain't nobody home with shit Focus on that money, nigga, give a fuck about a diss Don't no tweakin' with that ass, he gon' hit all of this shit Yellow diamonds on my niggas, dancin' shit look like some pills This ain't stoppin' y'all, you do a move, you wonder like you Chris Been here blockin', check the news, I guess a nigga off the list When they slidin' with no semi, so we slidin' with a switch You know we slidin' with them switches, nigga You know we slidin' with them, fuck the semi, nigga