DJ U-Neek - Murder One lyrics

[Verse 1: Flesh N Bone] We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations And I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken Caught up in the doom prepare for Satan We facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared Heavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates Or will I burn off in that lake now Could you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake How many wait 'til it's too late it's over now n***as had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable Having a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin' Better plead to bloody Jesus Watch how the majesty control it Don't let it go slow down hold on Now can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through you Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm I got designed when the world drop dimes This world, you'll find there's no other like my kind [Hook x4: Bizzy Bone] Code Murder One, Code Murder One Code Murder One, Code Murder One Murder them more [Verse 2: Bizzy Bone] If the world should end today Fully automatic gunning through it Gunning thangs, redrummed when strumming pain Mo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollars Swallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI Enemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid Making me nauseous, cautious these n***as is flossing My Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing It's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em Who wanna magnum, who wanna tag 'em Bag 'em up ain't no problem, baby (b**h) Smoked out in high school Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken Gotta get paid we in the kitchen Cooking up grade and baby go on go grym Hold on, motherf**ing gun Another fifth took one hood shot she split up Talking bout the get up for everyone you lit up and hit up So huff and make it settle [Hook] [Verse 3: Layzie Bone] Make me push this panic bu*ton n***a We movin' like the Panthers in the sixties Khaki suited booted my thugs recruited You with me n***a you wit me Militant-minded, perfect timing it Always on the incline and sh** n***a that's down for the grind and sh** Keepin' real n***as rewinding this Deep in the ghetto in the streets of Cleveland We call it thieving mind deceiving Hear the reasons for hustling season Bottom line money is power And the power mean muscle Money and guns stacked up to the ceiling n***a get down for his hustle his hustle hustle Now n***a now what you gon' do when they come for you Well I'ma tell you right now what we gon' do Scream M-O-G and start blasting n***a never did like them boys in blue No regards for authorities Wanna dump a n***a up with the thorazine Oh you invited to the bloody-a** who*e scene Know what I mean you betta get with the team Cause this is the soldiers ready for war n***a We from way down under n***a been waiting for the day To let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder Got my mind made up, and if n***as straight balling up outta control Just as those hoes n***a rose On a mission tryna get that dough Separated mine through prose Open and close just like a case Place to place you're feeling you're safe HB all up in my face And it just ain't safe it just ain't safe safe I'm knowing they want me to catch it in war Boy, boy I seek and destroy any n***a that throw the decoy See me I'm stacked and ripping sh** Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats Tattoos all over my body, seven on the stomach Skull on my chest, nine millimetre in my pocket Ready to buck on the crowd As long as that one little n***a Sagging and bragging and talking loud Talking about he bout it, bout it n***a I got yo whole clique Real n***as don't run they mouth Real n***as make moves and get rich [Verse 4: Flesh N Bone] Mobbing in an expedition Thinking of a proposition Settle my composition Feeling relentless f**ing up gun condition Mo murda competition How many n***as on the frontline Ready for whateva my n***a with your tech nine n***a disrespect mine How will you lose the chalk For marrow rip through thine spine If you wanna listen to what I say Hey gotta pay intuition This ain't no free exploit of an exhibit Cause, my n***as, to exquisite I'm so armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson Here's a nice slug for you And my nitrogen glyc bomb Can land on them newly morgue I watch when they all come stormin' So when my one hit 'em up they fall Let off with a little frustration bust my gun Bullets haul [Hook]