Issue No 110 Murder On My Mind Lyrics

These niggas wanna run 'cause I'm gonna .. put on my waist
These niggas bout to be and chock em with the chopper,
Make the chopper ' bad
In your hood nigga ain't got money bad
Benz em mother*cker ..

You already know

..is in the building? ..see something here
Put your mother*cking lighters in the air.
.. and the bullet in your head
That's why you go out?
...

Murder on my f*cking mind
I think about it all the time.
Murder on my f*cking mind
I think about it all the time.

(2 x)
Gone above that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?
When I'm you with that .. I don't fuck with hustlers
Gone above that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?
When I'm you with that .. I don't fuck with hustlers

Shit you when these mother*cker fakes,
These haters better run 'cause I'm .. and put .. on my wasit
These niggas 'bout to be .. and chop em with the chopper
Make the chopper .. bad, in the hood thing 'bout it bad,
And Benz mother*cking clapping.

Killers on ' 'bout to ..
When the dope here ..
Soon as the .. in the air straight here,
Then how should I do with it, oh well
.. and I'm fucking tell,
And I'm grabbing one and I'm copping my ..
My '.


(2 x)
Gone above that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?
When I'm you with that .. I don't fuck with hustlers
Gone above that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?
When I'm you with that .. I don't fuck with hustlers

After these niggas they don't really need any ..
Laugh with these niggas they don't need any time
And when I'm run up with your ass ..
Pulling automatic .. and ecstatic every time.
Take your niggas every time so .. the criminal
When everybody die, so the spirit spion
And the spiritual be mine,
I'ma bite '.