Murder Onze - Junior M.A.F.I.A., Trife, KLEPTO

Del Vec, little niggas pushin' Landcruiser jeeps

Gettin' blunted all day, every day of the week

MACs in Maxima’s and Acura’s

Got bitches drivin' 929 Mazda’s, Tammy and Rhonda

Drivin' work down south in the Honda

I’m behind her, in the Pathfinder

Gettin' blunted, my nigga 'N on the XL 600

Ridin' smoothly playin' low-key, watch my bitch

With the brick in the Civic sellin' mad weight

Outta state and shit, I can’t wait 'til this record shit is straight

So we can recuperate, get the dough and I’m gone

Motherfuckers fear me, I blow up spots like Ed Leary

Violent pro, sleepin' with guns like Sharon Stone

Mack ass nigga strikes again, chalk my win

Kleptomaniac attracts green stacks from eight pens

And sticky hands with crazy glue like finger tips shoplift

Or pass crews on mountain bikes bustin' four-fifths

Diamond baguettes, Rolex for the bitch, flex

Sit back, sippin' Moët, signin' my signature on cheques

Crime motherfuckin' pays when you know what you’re doin'

And gettin' loot since niggas was rockin' Hawaiian suits

What?

Don’t shoot, leave ya family upset

Type to trip DT’s chasin' down robbery suspects

Murder one’s to get the funds, live fast or die young

JM motherfucker, go get your guns

Murder one’s to get the funds, live fast or die young

JM motherfucker, go get your guns

Murder one’s to get the funds, live fast or die young

JM motherfucker, go get your guns

Murder one’s to get the funds, live fast or die young

JM motherfucker, go get your guns

Livin' life, gettin' richer, 'cause I move coke and bust quicker

Bitches get richer, jealous niggas wanna hit’cha

Stashin' my guns to protect my ones

I see the cash flow, touch it — I blast, you know how it go

In the 5-double 0 SL

Puffin' L’s lit while Larce loadin' shells in the clip

Snakes-murder men formin' plots

Lickin' shots outta drop tops and it don’t stop

Us from gettin' the lucci creno

My clique tight like Gambino’s stickin' casinos

Bussin' down kilos, me and Trife for life

JM shorty’s on the run

Cocksucker go get your guns

Murder one’s to get the funds, live fast or die young

JM motherfucker, go get your guns

Murder one’s to get the funds, live fast or die young

JM motherfucker, go get your guns

I smoke so much weed, I know my lungs is fucked up

Spit guns like bitches spit sperm when I cum

Party done, used to hustle bubble

With concealed capsules under my tongue 'til my mouth got numb

Now I watch my back like my Spidey sense was tinglin'

Minglin' in clubs with JM puffin' on raw tings

Don’t oppose me, shit ain’t rosy

Murder a lyrical gangsta like Ini Kamoze

Del Vec project was set down south with Two-TEC

I murdered that, we got mad respect

Sheisty niggas in Vigors puffin' 20's and 50's on the block

I got shit on lock in Little Rock

My bitch got knocked, she sold to a undercover cop

Went to jail, put the Benz up for bail

Now I’m fucked up in the cut

I got to move to a different state to make some quick bucks

As I look around me, dead bodies surround me

Part of drug dealin', killin' millions to make millions

Sittin' on top, tote Glocks

Smokin' pounds and Phillies by the box, gettin' head on the yacht

Presidential Rollie watch, hoes clock me with the 420

Bodyin' motherfuckers for this money

Murder one’s to get the funds, live fast or die young

JM motherfucker, go get your guns

Murder one’s to get the funds, live fast or die young

JM motherfucker, go get your guns

Murder one’s to get the funds, live fast or die young

JM motherfucker, go get your guns

Murder one’s to get the funds, live fast or die young

JM motherfucker, go get your guns