Record Label Murder

Paris

Verse 1:



Now what would you do if I blast



All up in your shit mother fuck the whole staff



Niggas non flow nine millimeter ?shit than slug?



I'm seeing bloody bodies on the motherfucking 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 motherfucking long



Now I ain't gotta name nobody name



All I'm knowing is the whole fucking roster is complaining



Talking 'bout these white boys trying to do promotions



And white bitches trying to get fuck by these soldiers



Fucking wit that slang like you down but now hold on



Seen that ass enough to get your devil ass stoled on



Fucking wit the wrong nigga, playing wit my cash



I'm known for putting devils on they motherfucking back



Blast through the front door, what the fuck, I'm 'posed to talk



Fuck court, I'll be a dead nigga 'fore you walk



Blaow, now the nine had no motherfuckng mercy



So who the sexy nigga, bitch, record label murder




Chorus: (girl sings in background)



Now we feel free to start some shit



Motherfucker shoulda quit



Out for each and every dime, seem like every time



I turn around, some jacky motherfucker trying to take what's mine



Got the whole fucking clique



Now we fit to start some shit



Got these niggas out the zoo for the job



Bow down or motherfucker you can die when we start robbing




Verse 2:



So many times I've seen these niggas fucked up out they chips



'Cause they didn't know the game, only making 10 percent



Dealing wit these fucking jews, now you losing everytime



How many platinum niggas standing in the county line



Make you w