Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Murder Onze lyrics

[Intro: Cheek Del Vec] Uhh (what?) Trife & Larceny in the f**in house (uhh) My n***a Klep in the f**in house (Kleptomaniac) And me (uhh, uhh), Cheek Del Vec (Del Vec, aight) Aight! (One love) Uhh, check it (Snake-k**in a** n***as, JM one love) [Verse 1: Del Vec, Kleptomaniac] Del Vec, little n***as pushing Landcruiser jeeps Gettin blunted all day, every day of the week Nights in Maxima's and Acura's Got b**hes drivin 929 Mazda's, Tammy and Rhonda Drivin rope down south in the Honda I'm behind her in the Pathfinder Gettin blunted, my n***a need all, the XL 600 Ridin smoothly playin low-key, watch my b**h With the brick in the Civic sellin mad weight Outta state and sh**, I can't wait til this record sh** is straight So we can recuperate, get the dough and I'm gone Motherf**ers fear me, I blow up spots like Ed Leary Violent pro's even with guns like Sharon Stone Mack a** n***a strikes again, chalk my win Kleptomaniac attracts CREAM stacks from eight pens And sticky hands wit crazy glue like finger tips shoplift Or pa** crews on mountain bikes bustin four-fifths Diamond Vagettes, Rolex for the b**h, flex And maxin de Moet, signin my signature on cheques Crime motherf**in pays when you know what you're doin And gettin loops since n***as was rockin Hawaiian suits What? Don't shoot *gun shot* leave ya family upset Tight the trip DT's, chasin down robbery suspect [Chorus: Larceny] Murder Onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young JM motherf**er, go get your guns Murder Onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young JM motherf**er, go get your guns [repeat] [Verse 2: Trife, Larceny] Gettin richer cos I move coke and bust quicker b**hes get richer, jealous n***as wanna hit'cha Stashin my guns to protect my ones I see the cash flow, torch it I blast, you know how it go In the 5-double 0 SL Puffin L's lit while Larce loadin shells in the clip Snakes-murder men formin plots Lickin shots outta drop tops and it don't stop Us from gettin the Luchicreno My clique tight like gambino's stickin casinos Bussin down kilos, me and Trife for life JM shorty's on the run co*ks**er go get your guns [Chorus x1/2] [Verse 3: Klep, Del Vec, Trife] I smoke so much weed, I know my lungs is f**ed up Stick guns I get'cha, spit s**m when I cum Party done, use to hustle bubble With concealed capsules under my tongue til my mouth got numb Now I watch my back like spighty sense was tinglin Minglin in clubs with Jm puffin on mo' teams Don't oppose me, sh** ain't rosy Murderin-lyrical gangsta like Ini Kamoze Del Vec project was set down south with two Tek I murdered that, we got mad respect Sheisty n***as and vicars puffin 20's and 50's on the block I got sh** on lock in Little Rock My b**h got knocked, she sold to a undercover cop Went to jail, put the Benz up for bail Now I'm f**ed up in the cut I got to move to a diff'rent state to make some quick bucks As I look around me, dead bodies surround me Part of drug dealin-k**in millions to make millions Sittin on top, tote Glocks Smokin pounds and phillies by the box, gettin head on the yacht Presidential rollin, watch hos clock me wit tha 420 Bodyin motherf**ers for this money [Chorus x2]