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lirik lagu yung $lave (rapper) – murda in tha first pt. 2

[hook, ethan anthony & yung $lave]
murder in the first degree
murder in the first degree
mad man, k!lla on the run with the guns, g

[verse 1, ethan anthony]
hitman time, time to do some crime
on a sissy b~tch
and i got that murder on my mind so you know
e.a. ain’t bar no sh~t

take a trip to the liquor store for a 40 o and a green game wrap
so i keep my peace and i keep my piece from splitting the wigs of the n~ggas who dont pay me back

got no tea on my snap
got no tea might snap
keep my tommy gun
on my tommy rack

im the type of n~gga make you wonder where your mommy at
in a body bag in the trunk compartment
the b~tch was screaming got her blood all on my cardigan
kiss the b~tch goodbye because she ain’t ever gonna call again
a winter night at 9 oclock is where i got it in
the n~gga who sold me his old glock didn’t trust me when i bought it yeah

and i’ll chase a b~tch, through the interstates and sh~t
smash your f~cking face up on the pavement im a crazy b~tch

i swear they made me, b~tch
i swear they made me this
i swear to god [inaudible] made me k!ll your baby, b~tch

i’ll lose ya naked, b~tch
i’ll even make a switch, and hop a harley~davidson
the jewellery, gonna take a trip

i f~ck up on your sh~t and after that im on a l!ck
there ain’t no stoppin this, oh god its [inaudible] make me sick

[hook, ethan anthony & yung $lave]
murder in the first degree
murder in the first degree
mad man, k!lla on the run with the guns, g

[verse 2, yung $lave]
murder in the first degree
victim of my k!lling spree
put my knife, in your kidney
break your t~~th on my knee

after that i drag you out
to the f~ckin parkin lot
let the whole hood see
the moment that you get shot

but we ain’t there yet
first im gonna make you suffer
breakin your back ‘fore i step on your neck
you ain’t never walk no more

shaving your head so you look like a prisoner, straight
from the holocaust
take pictures for your momma, so she knows my path been crossed

take you to the bas~m~nt
where we put your homie too
take out a baseball bat
make him look like gangsta boo

now a n~gga cryin’
looks like he p~ssed his pants
throw bricks at his d~ck
till a n~gga screams for his parents

but they never came for him
both your chances runnin’ slim
shouldn’t have f~cked with a real k!lla
now you both gone be dead

in the gutter
where the police f~ckin’ found you
but me and my n~gga ethan straight f~ckin’ bounced dude

no f~ckin’ evidence and both of us remain not found
and if there is a witness, we will put you underground

[hook, ethan anthony & yung $lave]
murder in the first degree
murder in the first degree
mad man, k!lla on the run with the guns, g

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