SCRIBING
There is there is no reason, the reason is that
We should just be listening to the {?}
None of y’all (You know what I’m sayin’? It’s f#ckin’ music)
I don’t wanna f#ck with none of y’all
Yeah
Why y’all postin’ weapons that don’t belong to y’all
If y’all wasn’t on my dick, I’d get along with y’all
And yes, I’m one of a kind, I don’t belong with y’all
Yes, I’ll keep it quick, bring the full clip, I’m gon’ get along with y’all
Keep a choppa by my side, just like I’m Superman
We not gon’ let him walk/rock, if we on his side, we might just shoot the man
Keep a gun with loaded clips, if you test me, you a stupid man
Tried to tell me I ain’t sh#t, she must forgot ’bout who I am
I got PTSD, I’m who y’all can’t T-E-S-T
I’m a shooter, I go hard in this b#tch like a lefty
Lifе’s a b#tch but I’m still gon’ try to do what she let me
Whеn you had them problems you must’ve forgot who called to get me
Murda (Kill, kill, kill)
I don’t wanna catch a murda (Murda, murda, murda)
But I’ma have to catch a murda (Kill, kill, kill)
‘Cause if a n#gg# test me, he gon’ get murda (Murda, murda, murda)
Murda
I don’t wanna catch a murda
But I’ma have to catch a murda
‘Cause if a n#gg# test me, he gon’ get murda
I used to send my killers to his section when he needed protection
Every day
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J.I the Prince of N.Y Lyrics – MURDA