Husalah - Murder on my mind lyrics

[Intro: Husalah] (When I told 'em I was crazy, crazy) This is actually criminal music man Ya know what I'm sayin I live my life outside of comfortable I might as well wear house slippers out here n***a Amongst these rivals and sh** It's real sh** man [Verse 1: Husalah] Yo Dippin', mind on my riches 36 shots in my clip and this sh** rip Listen, you can hear d**h reppin' Riddin' in his 72 caprice with his weapon Yeah and his name is Husalah Manifesting the real, bringing d**h to s**as It's cla**ic, the words of a psycho Hand on my rifle, tucked by the lightpole Itching to take blood Waiting to take life from haters with slanderous tongues I like fights, but it's fun to handle a gun n***as been rich, been on the run, been on one My satanic cannon is tragic Everytime I grab it, brraaap and it's tragic Yeah, I'm smiling, riding in my drop Over a hundred thow wow, shuttin down parking lots, n***a [Hook: Husalah] They didn't believe me When I told them I was crazy, crazy Ridin' in my hundred thousand dollar car Mind on my murder All I think about is murder lately, lately [Verse 2: Husalah] 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 n***as ain't around Mac 9 11, down to ring go 60 rounds Know I can spit like rapid round or slow it down Pop em off with that slow flow, that old show I pull up on fo's up in the owes, broke b**hes on my dick but all I give a sh** about is coke I'm in the mothaf**ing kitchen whippin' Doin' things with this h**n that's not to mention Cross country shippin', money is flippin' Loadin' up these clips for these n***as that's snitching b**h, my sh** rip like a jimmy that don't fit I told ya'll n***as that's it's Husalah Ridin' in my sh** tryna' murder mothaf**as Ridin' round town tryna' murder mothaf**as [Hook: Husalah] Murder isn't easy But when you do it once, you can do it a million times Take a million lives Sellin' dope is easy But when you get caught, ask yourself can you do your time Or snitch and die, this is why [Verse 3: Husalah] I, don't sleep Keep a long thing that's at least 3 feet People die everyday cause they instincts weak When you do fail to think then you're playing for defeat This is real life And the things that people do is real trife More often than not, the results this 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-kingpin getting rich from this rap sh** In 94 I sold my soul for that crack sh** In 99 I found out that was black sh** Graduated to bricks, wrote a plan, and attacked it Got rich, but the end was a cla**ic Young dope dealer duckin feds in the traffic Young dope dealer duckin feds in the traffic Got convicted so now I can rap it Most of these rappers never did it so they actin They was never even seen on the set All of they time was g**ning on the internet But the SL 500 is real The two point 7-6's will take of yo grill By the time this comes out I'm a be locked up But the mob still got sh** locked up You gonna get tired of hiding, try to come outside That's the night your b**h a** gonna get popped up [Hook/Outro: Husalah] Ya know what I'm sayin' They can't f** with this cake sh** Now you believe me cause you realize that you're scared to die From a homicide, homicide I'm ridin' in a hundred-thousand dollar car Going crazy All I think about is murder lately, lately Yeah, yeah Once a-motherf**in-gain