1st Degree Murder
It's Millz!
You know what that sound like?
This sound like the part of the movie
Where the monster is chasing the lady at the end, right?
And she like almost get away and she fall
And then you know what happen after that
Yo, yo!
Here go his address don't worry
I'll send the squad wit ya
If anybody asks tell'em Large Mark sent you
I know the game like a card dealer
My bitch head good like a De Barge member
Life's a bitch but I spar wit her
All about my music
And my money like guitar center
My youngling on the steep
Sitting with the pump
On that little duck shit
Like this ain't what you want
All them 2 dads 12
That's where the fuck I'm from
Poking gangbang bang
Fuck her one on one
Every day you saw me fly
When the bell rung
Now every day I'm on that same shit
From when I was young
Check me out though
I want you to get mad
How you wanna do it?
2 door or the 4
Pull up in some shit
From the showroom floor
Girl I crash into that pussy,
Hope that thing ensured
Put yo ass to sleep,
You'll wake up like you see me ....
Medicated in my Dutch
But ain't nothing wrong
You could call Kirk Hannon
Cos ain't nothing wrong
I done made a couple dollars
Of a couple songs
Invested that into my team
Now we fuckin on
Got a girl in wash heights
All about her biz
Cook up coke, do wash
And sex out the same crib
I use to beat that caperer from 1-56
Now I'm probably in beauty in Essex with yo bitch
Uptown till I die
Nigger what it is?
She love a Harlem nigger
Even made a couple kids
No credit but I know niggers
Who swipe for real
Insane in the membrane, Cypress Millz
I don't have to tell you things are bad
Everybody knows things are bad
Punks are running wild in the streets there's nobody
Worst here seems to do
Now we know things about worse than that
It's crazy, it's like everything, everywhere is going crazy
Check me out though!
I'm all the way
All the way gone nigger
I mean far away
So far away
I'm already getting head tomorrow today
Rewind that back don't barbiturate
Bombs away I mean bars away
Why these little niggers wanna start to play
I was powered off who started me?
I don't know but one thing I do now
Is these boys better move on, V-E-R
Cos I might spas and who knows
Well you know,
I'm stunting like nothing like ever
Before that you ever saw
Ready for war no pain on my face
Don't take my floor G niggers is frauds
Minus the badge you niggers is broads
Go against me, you hitting the wall
Crash dummy go visit the morgue
Music make a lay rapper spirit is off
You ain't say shit
While you get it regard-less
You so back on that other shit
Much think of all you bitch niggers
That been running round on that sucker shit
I see you
But Imma act like I don't know
Rich street nigger you can act like a dope straight
Murdering but don't act like a wall piece
These niggers ain't ill back to the drones
I think I better shoot using half of my dome
Groupie ass hoe you chase after the boner
I'm not after the pussy
I'm after the tumbles
My girl bust it open soon as I get home
You still talking shit
Man, I'm laughing at home
Niggers is lame with no sense of style
Just get a style
Let's leave fashion alone
Please!
Reality of the situation
That's what you facing
We sharp shit,
No shell case and no evidence
No building cases,
No court dating no nothing
Them niggers hating
Man fuck'em
These niggers ain't pimping
They coffins
It's Millz, put yo favorite rapper
In the oven and cook him
Don't you want the truth?
Go to your guru
Go to yourselves
Because that's the only place you
Ever gonna find any real truth