Murder Mystery

creeping slowly when you walkin down my block, check where you step coz I'm finna rock ya top we ain't ever gonna stop, never gon stop till you're slept wit the glock feel every bit of pain, we gon watch how you rot get out and grab the bag, hitting up yo spot, we gon rob all of ya stashes set the place on fire like we playin wit the matches burning up the place, we do this shit wit passion we be living, we be dying by the gun if you aint bout that life, better grab yo shit and run not only for the money, we be doin it for fun me and my glock 17 like a father and a son Woah woah woah Let a nigga Bow slow Nigga disrespected me i heat em with a left blow Now let tha glock talk on his ass Nah that nigga a crip but his bleediing That niigga ain't healing the bulets might be heating alota clips spiiliing Alota drug dealing Just left the murda scene A nigga might be clean with a felony I might be the enemy Yo bitch be the hell of mee So let a nigga bee.. With the mystery that aiin't sentence fee For mee to bee the cloud chaser of the ABc's nigga can't u see