LYRIC

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You know what the f*ck be pissing me off?
The other motherfuckers think they running my block
Jump off that fucking stoop, hit the fucking gate, nigga
Grab your burners it’s time to go to war
I give the niggas the whole fucking clip
Every motherfucking round in this motherfucker you can get

Tell them it’s a block thing
Murder murder, murder murder

Niggas run up on this red ’64
You get a white tag on your big toe
These ain’t punch lines, niggas kick doors
Leave your baby mama with her lip swole
All handguns, niggas pack light
Nigga’s mouth loose but my strap tight
Niggas slide through and they bust first
We killin’ everybody that night
Block wars, we ’bout that life
Scuffed J’s and them fist fights
Dead bodies on dead bodies
Savage, that’s what I live like
Go and chop a nigga head off
F*ck around, let the rounds hit you
Blood splattered on them niggas with you
All I had to do was give a signal
Magazines if you got an issue
Hit one nigga with the Source
Hit two niggas with the Vibe
Bitch I kill your vibe
It’s a reason niggas can’t f*ck with Chuck
I’m a Compton nigga and I don’t give a f*ck
Nigga walk around with that pistol tucked
I do drive-by’s out a Bentley truck

(Murder murder) Whoo! Yeah
Have you ever seen a murder huh?
(Murder murder) Boom-boom-boom-boom, look

Have you ever seen a murder?
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Got a chopper with some rounds on it
Boop-boop, hittin’ everybody
Turn the corner from your mama house
Put a nigga in the trunk
Cock your shit and walk around the corner
Promise nigga this ain’t what you want (block wars)
Nigga this ain’t what you want (block wars)
Nigga this ain’t what you want (block wars)
Nigga this ain’t what you want (block wars)
No, nigga this ain’t what you want, whoo, yeah
(Murder murder) Boop boom boom boom
(Murder murder) Whoo

Pull up on your block, take that shit over
Stolen choppers out of stolen Rovers
Supernova bullets rippin’ through Corollas
Pure shooter like DeMare DeRozan
Hot slugs but the jewelry frozen
Twelve gauges on the trap sofas
Naked bitches in the kitchen whippin’ yola
Pockets fat like the young Oprah
Told the nigga he ain’t want the clip
I’m filthy rich and still with the shit
His mama cryin’ but his son a bitch
I had her view the body like she from the 6
Bullets ricochetin’ all through the block
Nigga run his mouth like he knew the cops
I do the shootin’ while the shooters watch
Then cook crack in a newer pot
Move me? Gotta move the block
That means take shots like it’s Lou Dot
Niggas talkin’ bout the game like it’s ESPN
I’ll put your ass with Stuart Scott
No conscious mind, the chronic got my mind blown
I can’t stop with the murder shit
Burn rubber, burn a clip
A lot of niggas died on how they wear the shit

Shut the f*ck up
Or get murdered, murdered, murdered
Have you ever seen a dead
Murder murder murder murder
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Have you ever seen a dead body? (whoo)
Have you ever seen a
(Have you ever seen a murder huh?)
Murder murder murder murder
(Boom boom boom boom, look)

Have you ever seen a murder?
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Got a chopper with some rounds on it
Boop-boop, hittin’ everybody
Turn the corner for your mama house
Put a nigga in the trunk
Cock your shit and walk around the corner
Promise nigga this ain’t what you want

Everybody lay the f*ck down, you know who it is nigga
Ay, what the f*ck you doing? Nigga come here nigga
Gun in your motherfucking mouth
Nigga put that motherfucking gun down Before I smoke your motherfucking homie
Ayo and get all this shit nigga
I’m about to kill this nigga, f*ck you nigga
You dying too bitch ass nigga, pow nigga
Let’s get the f*ck out of here

Block wars
Block wars
Block wars

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