K. Corleone - Murda Dance

(Ok this is how it sound regular)
Hope a nigga gimme a reason
It's hot outside
Bet not be on yo block
Or bitch imma bail out squeezing
I think a nigga post traumatic
He all on the gram
Now a nigga need no more captions
I'm hopping out the 4 door blasting
You don't want no more static
It's time to back door
You know a nigga lo lo snatching
I'm pulling out the go go gadget
He ain't got no more bangers
Mask up when we wet the block
You know talking to the cops is like talking to strangers
Fuck
Found out who was leaking the addy
I don't even know why he think he was sneaking it passed me
Guard up leave his shit in the alley
Go
It's all about applying the pressure
And you better keep yo eye on the weather
1 rule boy you never leave yo fire on the dresser
I don't wanna fight no more demons
When I crash out
It's time for you to go inside
Boy you better know yo season
Slide
I know you see foe nem leaving
If we spin back
Better get right on track
Or it's gonna be no more breathing
His brains looking like hot spaghetti
Nurse gotta get him hospital ready
Caught him at the light and we boxed in his chevy
I had to split his medulla
I don't got a lot of fence
All I got is a shooter
I be waking up the neighbors you can call me a rooster
I get my shit from the booster
He got k's
He got guns and glocks
I think I might cop me a ruger
I'm a professional shooter
I ain't learn shit
I don't think I need me a tutor
Only take one shot imma do ya
It's on like its cinco de mayo
He tried to run
But instead he should've quit
Now his guts leaking out like it's pico de gallo
Damn
I ain't have to say it's on sight
They told me that he is
I told em that he ain't and I'm right
Now his ass seeing the light
Popping my shit like a sprite
My favorite shift is at night
We pumping his guts full of diesel
I don't throw shots
But I'll pull right on yo block
And make you my starting receiver
Run in yo shit
Somebody call him a medic
He was talking shit and I didn't forget it
Had to charge it to the game using fraudulent credit
Run me yo shit
He wasn't going and I gotta respect it
His gun jammed so he couldn't eject it
Had to get him out the way it only took me a second

Written by:
Kenneth Scott

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