Murder Onze

Murder Onze Lyrics

Song Murder Onze
Artist Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Album Conspiracy
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Uhh (what?)
Trife & Larceny in the ****in house (uhh)
My nigga Klep in the ****in house (Kleptomaniac) and me (uhh, uhh),
Cheek Del
Vec (Del Vec, aight)
Aight! (One love)
Uhh, check it (Snake-killin ass niggas, JM one love) [Verse 1: Del Vec, Kleptomaniac]
Del Vec, little niggas pushing
Landcruiser jeeps gettin blunted all day, every day of the week
Nights in
Maxima's and
Acura's Got bitches drivin 929
Mazda's, Tammy and
Rhonda Drivin rope down south in the
Honda I'm behind her in the
Pathfinder gettin blunted, my nigga need all, the
XL 600 ridin smoothly playin low-key, watch my bitch with the brick in the
Civic sellin mad weight
Outta state and shit,
I can't wait til this record shit is straight
So we can recuperate, get the dough and
I'm gone Mother****ers fear me,
I blow up spots like
Ed Leary Violent pro's even with guns like
Sharon Stone
Mack ass nigga strikes again, chalk my win
Kleptomaniac attracts
CREAM stacks from eight pens
And sticky hands wit crazy glue like finger tips shoplift
Or pass crews on mountain bikes bustin four-fifths
Diamond Vagettes,
Rolex for the bitch, flex and maxin de
Moet, signin my signature on cheques
Crime mother****in pays when you know what you're doin and gettin loops since niggas was rockin
Hawaiian suits
What? Don't shoot *gun shot* leave ya family upset
Tight the trip
DT's, chasin down robbery suspect [Chorus: Larceny]
Murder Onez to get the
Fonz and fast to die young
JM mother****er, go get your guns
Murder Onez to get the
Fonz and fast to die young
JM mother****er, go get your guns [repeat] [Verse 2: Trife, Larceny]
Gettin richer cos
I move coke and bust quicker
Bitches get richer, jealous niggas wanna hit'cha
Stashin my guns to protect my ones
I see the cash flow, torch it
I blast, you know how it go
In the 5-double 0
SL puffin
L's lit while
Larce loadin shells in the clip
Snakes-murder men formin plots
Lickin shots outta drop tops and it don't stop us from gettin the
Luchicreno
My clique tight like gambino's stickin casinos
Bussin down kilos, me and
Trife for life
JM shorty's on the run
Cocksucker go get your guns [Chorus x1/2] [Verse 3: Klep, Del Vec, Trife]
I smoke so much weed,
I know my lungs is ****ed up
Stick guns
I get'cha, spit sperm when
I cum Party done, use to hustle bubble with concealed capsules under my tongue til my mouth got numb
Now I watch my back like spighty sense was tinglin
Minglin in clubs with
Jm puffin on mo' teams
Don't oppose me, shit ain't rosy
Murderin-lyrical gangsta like
Ini Kamoze
Del Vec project was set down south with two
Tek I murdered that, we got mad respect
Sheisty niggas and vicars puffin 20's and 50's on the block
I got shit on lock in
Little Rock
My bitch got knocked, she sold to a undercover cop went to jail, put the
Benz up for bail
Now I'm ****ed up in the cut
I got to move to a diff'rent state to make some quick bucks
As I look around me, dead bodies surround me
Part of drug dealin-killin millions to make millions
Sittin on top, tote
Glocks smokin pounds and phillies by the box, gettin head on the yacht
Presidential rollin, watch hos clock me wit tha 420
Bodyin mother****ers for this money [Chorus x2]
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