Murder Songtext
von Lil Pete

Ayy
I heard it′s death in the air, murder
Yellow tapes, white chalk, murder
I heard it's death in the air, murder
(It′s the death in the air)
They say it's money on your head, murder
(Ayy, they put a check on your head)
You know it's coming, we ain′t scared, murder
(We ain′t scared, we ain't scared)
Yellow tapes, white chalk, murder
(Murder, murder)


Sneak diss if you want to
Homicide don′t know you, a nigga, they gon' know you
Cut ties with some niggas I grew up with, fuck with
Money on your head, you get touched quick
Pussy nigga, you ain′t ready for the street life
Murder is all on my conscience
Draco get to jumping like a moshpit
Never fiendin' to these lines ′cause they nonsense
Murder is something you can't stop in these streets
It's certain lil′ niggas you gotta watch
Said my time tickin′ slow 'cause I′m really up on the clock
I don't know if niggas with me or really be tryna plot
I be everywhere you can′t go
Playin' both sides, that′ll get your whole face blown
Never fall for these bitches, they'll bait you
If you slip, them suckers might take you

I heard it's death in the air, murder
(It′s the death in the air)
They say it′s money on your head, murder
(Ayy, they put a check on your head)
You know it's coming, we ain′t scared, murder
(We ain't scared, we ain′t scared)
Yellow tapes, white chalk, murder
(Murder, murder)


Ski mask, bouncin' out, tryna murk something
He talkin′ up on the 'net, we finna shirt cousin
Your mama know you a bitch, you ain't gon′ hurt nothin′
Young life, goin' brazy, tryna murder
Real niggas stand tall, we don′t play for nothin'
Dremmy came with two nuts, make you pray on somethin′
Bitch, we all in, bitch, we play to win
Heard it's death in the air, make me say it again
Street niggas, we playin′ for keeps
I put my trust in God, not in these streets
I'm 'bout whatever, what you really wanna do?
They say pressure bust pipes, but you ain′t gon′ shoot
When I was down, wasn't seein′ all these new faces
Now I'm doin′ it and all I see is blue faces
Turn around, we be doin' thirty-day runs
So we be sittin′ on them bands when them days come

I heard it's death in the air, murder
(It's the death in the air)
They say it′s money on your head, murder
(Ayy, they put a check on your head)
You know it′s coming, we ain't scared, murder
(We ain′t scared, we ain't scared)
Yellow tapes, white chalk, murder
(Murder, murder)