Murda She Wrote - Bizz Loc, 5th

I say murda murda she wrote, murda murda she wrote, ah

AR you bodied this one

See I put the dick in her throat, I put the dick in her throat, ah

This a lil' bit to saucy for them niggas, ah, ah

I say murda, murda she wrote, ah

I put the dick in her throat, ah

She fuck me good goat, ah

She say you seen now whoa

Ahh, murda murda no lie

Ahh, I don’t play both sides

I say murda, murda she wrote, ah

I put the C in the loc, ah

Gettin' bread by the loaf

Keep a burner for the toast

Pussy niggas do the most

Make an opp turn ghost, ahh errr

All my life I’ve been so bad

Growing up without no dad

Most niggas be funny, they crack jokes but I don’t laugh

Young boy my chrome blast

Diss me and you won’t last

Bang it up on any block

Go to any range and I won’t crack

Doing time I don’t rat

If I get knockd I’ll thug it out

Turning up when it’s war time

Thes other niggas just ran their mouth

Knuckle game that’s what I’m 'bout

Catch an opp I’ll snuff him out

That’s Bizz shit, road life I don’t bat 'em up I just gun 'em down

Run him up or just run him down

Either way ride out

Best believe my clip empty, any time that I slide out

Eatin' food I grind now, gut big my bitch bad

Some of them either gets beat down then fucked up like get mad

Stuntin' on me you get jammed

You hustle hard, I’m robbin' hard

Catch 'em niggas like ten deep

Pop it off and then rob 'em all

Fuck a problem I solve 'em all

Just for the mask that’s my class

You don’t know my name bitch?!

Bizz Loc Body Bagz!

I say murda, murda she wrote, ah

I put the dick in her throat, ah

She fuck me gargle, ah

She say you seen now whoa

Ahhh, murda murda no lie

Ahhh, I don’t play both sides

I say murda, murda she wrote, ah

I put the C in the loc, ah

Gettin' bread by the loaf

Keep a burner for the toast

Pussy niggas do the most

Make an opp turn ghost, ahh errr

I’m a young nigga, not a dumb nigga

Getting paid plenty money

Big cake no 1's nigga

Open up and I ton niggas

Go to war with your OG’s

Treating niggas like Backwoods when they get lit and then roll trees

Flip dope oz’s

Branched out got more fiends

Sonning niggas godfather, gettin' money like Moe Greene

Execute your whole team

My clip mean your set laided

Go to war with a hit list, I murder niggas then check names

Big dog great dane

Choppin' ho’s with fake names

Fuck the opps, riding out I gear up but I stay sane

Beat it up, bang bang

Whippin' hard I slang caine

In the streets my name rang

Crip crip, gang bang

Loc’d out my flag hang

I’m throwin' signs my shorty fine

Get head from your main bitch

I’m rollin' ill, she snortin' lines

Shorty say that it’s all mine, but we ain’t on the same wave though

Pimpin' ho’s these niggas know I’m ridin' out like Range Rover

I say murda, murda she wrote, ah

I put the dick in her throat, ah

She fuck me gargle, ah

She say you seen now whoa

Ahhh, murda murda no lie

Ahhh, I don’t play both sides

I say murda, murda she wrote, ah

I put the C in the loc, ah

Gettin' bread by the loaf

Keep a burner for the toast

Pussy niggas do the most

Make an opp turn ghost, ahh errr

Smoke that!

What’s wrong with these niggas

Eg-West in the fuckin' building, nigga!

It’s Bizz Loc! Errrr Goddddd!

E Dubz C to the A2A to the YEG all of that gang shit, nigga

We the ones that’s out here, nigga