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murder in the first (remastered) - tommy wright iii lyrics

[intro: mac t*dog & k!lla*c]
murder in the first degree
murder in the first degree
madman k!ller on the run with the gun, g

[verse 1: mac t dog & k!lla*c]
midnight time, time to do a crime on a sissy b*tch
i got the tec*9 in my hand, now you know lil’ t dog finna cl!ck
cl!cked up on the trick, i got the chicken in my brain cell
blow a n*gga ass off and send that sissy ho to h*ll
glock in my motherf*ckin’ hand finna spray a b*tch
knock his head off, kickin’ it with my n*gga down on mclemore
pimpin’ n*gga on the for real*ah, b*tch, don’t step too wrong, b*tch
cross my motherf*ckin’ path, watch your punk*ass be in a f*ckin’ ditch
murder in the first degree for you hoes wanna violate
you can’t run you sissy b*tch ’cause i creep like a f*ckin’ snake
5*0 on my ass, gotta get away, g
f*ck this sh*t, i never go to jail for murder in the first degree

[verse 2: k!lla*c & mac t dog & k!lla*c]
one time tryna do a creep up on the k!lla*c
thought they figured that a n*gga did a murder in the first degree
i ain’t goin, got a b*tch doin’, f*ck turn myself in to the feds
got a sign, dead or alive, i guess they gon have to take me dead
then i heard a knock up at the door, my mind was gone jone
better make yourself known or i’m gonna pop this chrome
it’s my n*gga mac t, what’s up, have you heard, g
word on the other side that i did a homicide
mane, i’m havin’ flashbacks
did you pop ’em with the gat?
all i ‘member that i had the glock and standin’ on the track
did you do it? i don’t know, eyes so blinked, probably so
but i know a n*gga on the run from the 5*0
packin’ my chrome by my d*ck, jump in the chevy, ballin’ quick
gotta get about my k!llin’ ’cause i need some cash, trick
spot a n*gga on the track should i rob him all i can?
he tryna get his ass in, i might as well rob a bank
run in the bank wit the mac, stuck it up and got the cash
jumped into the chevy fast, mac t dog punched the gas
he ain’t sh*t to me because i’m down about my k!llin’, g
don’t f*ck with c, i’m down for the murder in the first degree
[verse 3: tommy wright iii]
i gotta take a chance, i can’t my frustration in
watchin’ and scopin’ them high cappin’ n*ggas with cheese that be sellin’ ki’s
n*ggas be sellin’ and dealin’, mane, i just be plottin’ a stang up on on their ass
lookin’ for n*ggas with crispy bills but if they ain’t crips i shoot to k!ll
comin’ and flippin’ then whoopin’, then scr*ppin’, i’m dumpin’ you b*tches off into the ditch
n*ggas be talkin’ ’bout tommy wright but them hoes be scared, put up a fight
steppin’ up outta the car with the chrome tone by my side
c to the back, jumped out with the gat, drop off your wallet, get back in the ride
ballin’ out to the crib, rollin’ my papers, smokin’ up on the dank
tapin’ my shade, ride to the bank lookin’ for another them n*ggas to gank
steppin’ up outta the car, mane, these n*ggas they can’t see me, g
let’s creep on they ass, i got the tec, it’s in the first degree

[outro: mac t*dog & k!lla*c]
murder in the first degree
murder in the first degree
madman k!ller on the run with the gun, g

- tommy wright iii lyrics

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