Freddie Gibbs - Murda On My Mind lyrics

I Woke up this morning with murder on my mind My n***a boutta hit me with another throw away burner around 9 So I get up get back on my sh** Working off a pack never had no brick 17 homeboys up in the clip Before I bail like a b**h Im a hit me a lick On everythang Lay you on that stretcher man Bust that thang or rest in flames when you disrespect the game Can't do that don't sell c**ain co*k that four fifth back and aim Do my dirt all by my self No witnesses to say my name Im fresh up out a city where most n***as broke 60% unemployment... why you think we sellin dope? Lil kids walk around with that issue pistols you gotta tote Don't get caught sleepin these G.I. streets'll leave you comatose I got my gun you got your gun but will you bust your burner n***as pack heat but they don't really want that murder murder I got my gun you got your gun but will you bust your burner n***as pack heat but they don't really want that murder murder Aye b**h f** with me whats up Im...not gonna let b**h n***as knock me off my grind Off my Grind Woke up this morning with murder on my mind n***a Im knee deep in this beefin Out here creepin and squeezin Give a n***a one reason Ill leave n***as leakin Aye b**h f** with me whats up Im...not gonna let b**h n***as knock me off my grind Off my grind Woke up this morning with murder on my mind n***a Im knee deep in this beefin Out here creepin and squeezin Give a n***a one reason Ill leave n***as leakin Aye b**h f** with me whats up How many n***as can remember the First time you had to ride out on your enemy Ski mask over my skull to cover my identity Im a make these n***as bleed and vacate the vicinity Bustin off that chopper my knocka Never been no thang to me You can add me up Im straight 100 and its plain to see Lets talk with heaters you can miss me with that fakery These n***as really ain't the k**ers that they claim to be Chillin on a back street loadin up the black piece Bout to go and hit em with his execution And dont get caught up in the middle Cause the bullets gonna riddle You can forget about a resolution Ill send a n***a to his maker Get away with the paper And disapear into the night like a ghost One false move and thats all she wrote 100 thousand n***as in this city Over half them of them mutha f**as probably comin at my throat I pack my toast bust I my burner n***as pack heat but they dont really want that murder murder b**h one more time I said I pack my toast I bust my burner n***as pack heat but they dont really want that murder murder Hey b**h f** with me whats up Im...not gonna let b**h n***as knock me off my grind Off my Grind Woke up this morning with murder on my mind n***a Im knee deep in this beefin Out here creepin and squeezin Give a n***a one reason Ill leave n***as leakin Aye b**h f** with me whats up Im...not gonna let b**h n***as knock me off my grind Off my grind Woke up this morning with murder on my mind n***a Im knee deep in this beefin Out here creepin and squeezin Give a n***a one reason Ill leave n***as leakin Aye b**h f** with me whats up