Record Label Murder Lyrics

Record Label Murder lyrics

Verse 1:
Now what would you do if I blast
All up in your shit, mother f**k the whole staff
Niggas non-flow, nine millimeter ?shit than slug?
I'm seeing bloody bodies on the motherf**king rug
6 O'clock be the time, if it's on, let it be
You see it in my eyes, ?riding boo, hella deep sea?
But you ain't gone do me like you did the lenchmob
I'm decorated in this game, I played too motherf**king long
Now, I ain't gotta name nobody name
All I'm knowing is the whole f**king roster is complaining
Talking 'bout these white boys trying to do promotions
And white bit*hes trying to get f**k by these soldiers
f**king wit that slang like you down but now hold on
Seen that as* enough to get your devil as* stoled on
f**king wit the wrong nigga, playing wit my cash
I'm known for putting devils on they motherf**king back
Blast through the front door, what the f**k, I'm 'posed to talk
f**k court, I'll be a dead nigga 'fore you walk
Blaow, now the nine had no motherf**kng mercy
So who the sexy nigga, bit*h, record label murder

Chorus: (girl sings in background)
Now we feel free to start some shit
Motherf**ker shoulda quit
Out for each and every dime, seem like every time
 
I turn around, some jacky motherf**ker trying to take what's mine
Got the whole f**king clique
Now we fit to start some shit
Got these niggas out the zoo for the job
Bow down or motherf**ker you can die when we start robbing

Verse 2:
So many times I've seen these niggas f**ked up out they chips
'Cause they didn't know the game, only making 10 percent
Dealing wit these f**king jews, now you losing everytime
How many platinum niggas standing in the county line
Make you want to get your brick and snatch his as* up out the car
Baby renegotiate, f**king wit them scars
Now you asking who I'm talking 'bout, homie you could pick
This whole industry got niggas' sh*t on whitey dick
And now, since I'm a soldier known to speak my f**king mind
I'ma put you up on game everytime I start to rhyme
f**k that devil, get your own man, learn about some shit
Or be another broke nigga telling what he did
And now I think you know that I really gives a f**k
???? 'cause I'm God that the devil try his luck
Last man standing up for the truth, say you heard it
These players getting played homie, record label murder

Chorus