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, ****, give a fuck about a diss

Bro, no tweakin' with that hand, he gon' hit all in the shit

Yellow diamonds, when my **** 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 **** 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' ****, 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, ****, get up in my moves

I'm justin' like, you know me, ****, you ain't been up in my shoes

Not from the UK, ****, kick up in your chop, lookin' for food

****, 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, ****, 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, ****, give a fuck about a diss

Don't no tweakin' with that ass, he gon' hit all of this shit

Yellow diamonds on my ****, 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 **** off the list

When they slidin' with no semi, so we slidin' with a switch

You know we slidin' with them switches, ****

You know we slidin' with them, fuck the semi, ****