"Murder Talk Pt. 5" lyrics

So what I dyed my dreads gray
That ain't the only thing that's dead gang
Mister shoot a nigga in his damn face
Dirty pistol it's a throw away
Ain't nobody goin' in the river
That's a closed case
That's the end of your chapter
Somebody call Mary Graham to get a mother fuckin pastor
My brotha Wop delivered caskets
Flip to the book of revelations
It's the mother fuckin rapture

Aye
Dead man
Dead man
This that murder talk
Go
Killers outside ya house
If you come out then it's July 4th
Headshot
Dead man down on the damn floor
Nigga pick ya pallbearers
What the fuck you waiting for?

Boom Boom
Choppa in the car
What the fuck is in the trunk?
If you ain't shot nobody
What the fuck you got that gun for?
Dead man
Dead man
Down on the damn floor
Fucking pussy niggas

I be really out here spinnin benz
So I can't drop no music
Hella shells left in his side
But this ain't taco Tuesday
You be with them pussy ass lil boys
With all that bullshit
He thought he was good inside his hood till we started shootin'
One too many niggas died
But I ain't even goin' speak on that
They cant have no viewing
Kobe lurking
Where his people at
You can't get acknowledgment
Nigga I can't show you no respect
We goin' get his man
Then we goin try to get his momma next

Go go go
Boom Boom nigga
Choppa in the car
What the fuck is in the trunk for?
My choppa retarded it go dumb dumb nigga
All that dissing on the dead
That what little buddy got slumped for

Lets go
Tornado Kidd nigga
Choppa town nigga
Tornado Kidd Spinnin'

Bitch shut yo ass up
I been shootin' this choppa since a juvenile
Backin niggas ass up
Bitch take this mother fuckin switch off my mag
Tryna aim this mother fucker
Hit a nigga in the hat
This stupid shit shoot too fast

Bam Bam

Dirty ass blicky
Aye fully loaded
Them bodies that be missin
They still got the city pourin'
I just fucked a opp bitch raw
Cuz I ain't gonna use no trojan
These nosey ass neighbor
They keep askin' who I'm smokin'