1st Degree Murder

It's millz

You know what this 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 falls

And you know what happen after that

Yo yo!

Here go his address, don't worry, I'll send the squad with ya

If anybody asks tell em large mark sent ya

I know the game like a card dealer

My bitch head good like a debarge member

Life's a bitch but I spar with er

All about my music and my money like guitar center

My youngin on the steep sittin 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

Potent 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 tho

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 lawd

Medicated in my dutch but ain't nothing wrong

You could call kirk hannon cause ain't nothing wrong

I done made a couple dollars off a couple songs

Invested that into my team, now we fuckin on

Got a girl in wash heights, all about a bitch

Cook up coke, do wash and sex out the same crib

I use to beat that caporero from 1-56

Now I'm probably in beauty in essex with yo bitch

Uptown til I die, nigga what it is?

She love a harlem nigga, even made a couple kids

No credit but I know niggas who swipe for real

Insane in the membrane cypress millz

I'm all the way, all the way gone nigga, 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 niggas wanna start to play

I was powered off, who started me

I don't know but one thing I do now (what's that?)

Is these boys better move on, ver

Cause I might spazz and who knows

Well you know, I'm stuntin like nothing

Like ever before that you ever saw

Ready for war, no paint on my face

Don't take my floor, g niggas is frauds

Minus the badge you niggas is broads

Go against me, you hittin 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 regardless

You so back on that other shit

Much think of all you bitch niggas

That been running round on that sucka shit

I see you

But I'm a act like I don't know

Rich street nigga you can act like a dope straight

Murdering the yea but don't act like a wall

These niggas 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 talkin shit, man I'm laughing at home

Niggas is lame with no sense of style

Just get a style, let's leave fashion alone

Reality of the situation – that's what you facin

We sharp shit, no shellcase and no evidence

No building cases, no courtdating no nothing

Them niggas hating, man fuck em

These niggas ain't pimpin 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