Murder We Wrote

[Apocalips (Sha Gotti)] Frontin.. (Yo when you frontin son? I'ma murder one of y'all dudes Hot shot one, now that nigga's maggot food Forty-fifth'll make a nigga change his attitude Rapid fire, tryin to hit him off this latitude) My crew be livin like Kings but we ain't Latin You don't know the half like the mothafuckin fraction Tough actin like Tinactin, breakin backs in Fatigue gear, blood on my boots, no more fashion Trust me son, Ruthless you don't wanna battle (cuz you'll be up shits creek without a fuckin paddle) The heat is guarentee to seat you like a saddle (Me and the God, we bringin beef like cattle) Avoidin snakes that rattle (Rat tails that tattle) Paranoid, gettin ice grilled by the double barrel (Know what they say about these scared cats, tell everyone But I got guns to make 'em really run, you hear me son?) Now here's the plan, clear the block it's like that Because they said they got gats, you think I fear that? I hear that, procrastinate or retaliate, you'll never win The crews' in Timbs, I knock you all down like roller blades (Eh yo my gat is contagious, watch out you might catch it Come in my town, think twice cuz shit is hectic Blunts leavin you cuttin, you ain't sayin nothin Slit you from your fuckin forehead to your belly button) Who you be? (Sha Gotti, always bustin a shotti and fuckin your hottie High as Hell, beam up like Scotty, rock my hair knotty Eighty cops can't stop me so anybody try me) No doubt, put your best man up, I kick his ass too And bash you, and get my fuckin nut off like cashew I don't get down with these clowns cuz they don't know me Just hold me down and watch me bust 'em down just like a stoggy What? Guns I tote, amateurs take note, then you can quote/unquote It's Murder We Wrote (We murdered this son) Chorus: all (Sha Gotti) Murder We Wrote (Murder, murder) Murder We Wrote (It's murder on tape, boby bags, mental tags Murder We Wrote (Niggas don't know the half while we ready to blast) Murder We Wrote [Infrared (Blizzard)] Even the realest niggas cry, fake ass niggas lie (cuz the Stakes is High like De La, that's prob'ly why) We all locked down in the streets, grab the heat and sad to release (I'm sick of the beast, tired of these mothafuckas harassin Disturbin the blunt passin) I see life flashin and techs cashin Laced in fatique fashion (My team askin, what time kids be blastin?) Smashin anythin in sight for the right price, quick to pull a heist Got your fuckin guns off the Christ (So think twice While me and my man, we kick the logic, I'm from the psychotic project Lay me game down so we can get the prophet) Stop it You don't want, it's Inf' the first blunted (Blizzard) The fifth (I puff lye to overcome it and turn into a savage When I was young I used to see bullets fly past my carriage) And not the average, we still tryin to live lavish Ruthless Bastards, a deep mob bringin havoc With mad wisdom, take over like communism A military that's ready to break down the prison To set all my people free, so we could live equally (Frontin hard like statues but ain't no liberty You got the beast to seem to question me, B-L-I-double Z-A-R-D My style's fat, and all jealous ones envy I keep my eye on that pig, gimme, I got to take, gimme So I could measure and get these mothafuckas pleasure They all sick and we ain't gettin no better I'm gettin tired of seein my people's funerals So I figure blowin trees in my ritual) Hold up, this shit ain't over until I represent my soldiers We form like Voltron and connect at the shoulders Guns we tote, weed we smoke, Murder We Wrote Take your trip across the boat and washed up like soap And matter of fact dunn, yo Truck load up the Mac-one Put me up on the top cuz I'm a put one in 'em cats dunn *gun shots* Chorus 2X Outro: Sha Gotti Bring it! My whole crews' blastin You want somethin baby? Fuck one time nigga It's always over