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196 clique - murder on my mind كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: mr. lil e]
it’s just another day
i creep in cut, with my mask, on track
i’m ready to stang a n_gga with my [?] to the creek
murder on my mind, can’t you tell, barrel to yo eye
you tried drop off the cheese, but you made it be a homicide
i’m stormin’ down asylum, as i’m thinkin’ of a master plan
i’m headed to the track, i’m ready, yeah, i’m ready to k!ll a man
when i do my sh_t, you know a playa out to waste no time
ridin’ in a chevy, laid back, with murder on my mind

[verse 2: h_llside]
robbin’ steady, k!llin’, real ass n_gga tryna peel a cap of brother
show no love, these motherf_ckers got me f_cked up
creepin’ through the park after dark, with a jason mask
ballin’ through the alley with my n_ggas finna catch a blast
when ya see crucifix, h_llside finna ride
[?]
step up to the clique, and watch you b_tches get redrum

[verse 3: k!lla b]
pass the glock, twelve o’clock, time for this thang to pop
with them n_ggas up on my side, the master plan i will plot
scopin’ out the track, with my gat, i won’t hesitate
dollar bills i will stack, with this steel to yo back
never had no witnesses, everybody laid to [?]
and i hate the snitches, b_tch, i would not catch a case_uh
cold k!lla_n_gga, know the score [?] see
k!llers all up on my side, time for the crucifix
reach up for my ruger, [?] trouble
blast on yo ass, with the [?], show no love for ya
ridin’ in a cut_thang, chillin’ with my n_gga lil’ p
chiefin’ blunts, smoked out, ballin’ down my nineth street
hoppin’ to the cut_thang, jumpin’ to my fogged junt
time for the robbery, smoked out ’cause of blunt
break into the door, but not floor, it don’t pay no more
[?] ’94, ho
psychopatic, better scatter, dark murder’s on my mind
d_mn, head is hurtin’, ’cause you cowards catch up wit yo kind
[verse 4]
comin’ through yo door, with the hand fulla bullets
grab my nine clip, because i’m gonna pull it
it’s just a murder on my mind, and you busters can’t get with this
i’m comin’ with a chainsaw, so make a wish
lil’ [?] with the .45 glock
put it in the stash spot, then you drop_drop
let’s cut the lights, i bet you make it dark, trick
as the flesh and blood come out as far, b_tch
lock you in the smoked out chevy thang, cut yo motherf_ckin’ throat
[?] ass busta, you thought i was a joke
oh, you got smoked by a k!lla, on the for real_ah
i came to yo town, and you busters lay it down
creepin’ on yo ass slow ‘fore i’ma murder ya
grab the tec, ’cause when i’m sick, it’s servin’ the weak player haters
all the time, i see cryin’, made you blind
buster, it’s just a murder on my mind
1_9_6 is goin’ down, b_tch, i put you in my fever dream
don’t get caught slippin’ with 1_9_6, what i mean
buster_ass punk, i’m gonna lock you in my hot trunk
leave you smellin’ like a funky ass skunk
then wrap yo body up in a old casket, grab yo soul
and pour hot acid on yo ass, [?]
just like john gotti

[verse 5: lil d]
any trick gettin’ in lil’ d way
on any day, i ride with the ones that down with the ak
b_tch ass n_gga don’t respect 1_9_6
cl!ck like you do it, p_ssy ass b_tch
is you a friend or a motherf_ckin’ foe?
so i don’t know, so yo ass got’s to go
’cause i’m comin’ like a hurricane to catch you fine
buster, it’s just a murder on my mind
[verse 6]
chillin’ with my n_gga k!lla b up in a studio
ridin’ in that cutlass and a chevy for you funky hoes
n_ggas talkin’ sh_t about a player behind my f_ckin’ back
but once i get you slippin’, little b_tch, you get yo skull cracked
k!lla b up in my side, with the nine pointed at yo dome
[?] i pull my chrome
this is comin’ on yo ass with a motherf_ckin’ shank
boney_toney droppin’ mean, ’cause we high up every day
n_ggas wanna test my pimpin’, goes to think that i ain’t goin’
high as a motherf_cker, crack’s smoke what i be blowin’
player haters hate this sh_t, ’cause i’m stackin’ plenty cheese
you ridin’ in yo chevy thang, but i’m gon’ drop you to yo knees
n_gga claimin’ that he’s got ana’ on his f_ckin’ chest
but when i hit you with this nina, b_tch, yo ass is gonna rest
f_ckin’ with the 196 clique, run up to yo tec_9
ain’t sh_t, [?], murder’s all on my mind

- 196 clique

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