Murder on My Mind - Smigg Dirtee, X-Raided, The Jacka

Dippin, mind on my riches

36 shots in my clip and my shit rip listen

You can hear death reppin

Riden in a chevy 3 caprice with his weapon

And his name is Husalah

Manifested the real bringing death to suckas

Its classic, the words of a psycho hand on my rifle

Tucked by the light pole

Ichin to take blood

Waiting to take life from haters with slanderous tongues

I like fights but its fun to handle the gun

Niggas been rich been on the run been on one

My satanic cannon it’s tragic

Everytime I rap BOOODDAT! and it’s tragic

Young smilin' ridin in my drop

Or my hundred thouwow shutin down parkin lots nigga

They didn’t belieave me,(beleave me) when I told um I was crazy (crazy)

Riden in my hundred thousand dollar car, all I think about is murder

lately (lately)

You wanna get fly like a gangsta, push pies like a gangsta

But you scared to die like a gangsta and when it’s really going down

You niggas ain’t around mac 9 you lay em down the clip hold 60 rounds

Though I can spit like rap and rhyme and slow it down pop em off wit that

Slow flow, that o show. I pull up on 4's up in the O’s boat bitches on my dick

But all I give a shit about is coke. I’m in the motha fucken kitchen whippin

doing

Things with this heroin that’s not to mention, cross country shippin,

money is flippin, loadin up these clips for these niggas thats snitchin, BITCH!

My shit rip like a jimmy that don’t fit. I told y’all niggas that it’s HUSALAH.

Ridin in my shit tryina murda mothafuckaz, ridin round town finna murda

muthafuckaz

Murder isn’t easy, but when you do it once you can do it a million times take a

million lives. Selling dope is easy, but when you get caught ask yourself can

you do your time, or snitch and die, this is why

I don’t sleep! keep a long thing that’s atleast three feet

People die everyday cause they instincts weak

When you do sell a thing than your plannin' for defeat this is real life

And the things that people do is real trife more often than not the results

Is your life. I’m on my way to the federal correctional

Climb in my SL 5 every late night. Thinkin how my life is miraculous

Ex king-pin gettin rich from this rap shit. In '94 i sold my soul for the crack

shit in '99 I found out that was black shit. Graduate to bricks wrote a plan

and a tactic, got rich, but the end was a classic. Young dope deala duckin feds

in the traffic, young dope deala duckin feds in the traffic. Got convicted so

now I can rap it most these rappers never did it so they actin. They was neva

even seen on the set all the time they were gang-bangin on the internet,

but the SL 500 is real the 2.76's will take off ya grill. By the time this

comes out i’ma be locked up, but the MOB still got shit locked up.

You gonna get tired of hidin try to come outside and thats the night your

bitch ass gonna get popped up