Paris - Record Label Murder Lyrics
Verse 1: Now what would you do if I blast All up in your shit mother ***** the whole staff Niggas non flow nine millimeter ?shit than slug? I'm seeing bloody bodies on the mother*****ing rug 6 O'clock be the time if it's on let it be You see it in my eyes riding through hella deep sea ***** you ain't gone do me like you did the lenchmob I'm decorated in this game I played too mother*****ing long Now I ain't gotta name nobody name All I'm knowing is the whole *****ing roster is complaining Talking 'bout these white boys trying to do promotions And white *****es trying to get ***** by these soldiers Talking wit that slang like you down but now hold on Seen that ass enough to get your devil ass stoled on *****ing wit the wrong nigga, playing wit my cash I'm known for putting devils on they mother*****ing back Blast through the front door, what the *****, I'm 'posed to talk ***** court, I'll be a dead nigga 'fore you walk Blaow, now the nine had no mother*****ng mercy So who the sexy nigga, *****, record label murder Chorus: (girl sings in background: Record Label Murder... That nigga ???? is serious, better have a nigga money, or next time your ?pay?...) Now we fit to start some shit Mother*****er shoulda quit Out for each and every dime, seem like every time I turn around, some jacky mother*****er trying to take what's mine Got the whole *****ing clique Now we fit to start some shit Got these niggas out the zoo for the job Bow down or mother*****er you can die when we start robbing Verse 2: So many times I've seen these niggas *****ed up out they chips 'Cause they didn't know the game, only making 10 percent Dealing wit these *****ing jews, now you losing everytime How many (girl sings in background: The County Line) platinum niggas standing in the county lineMake you want to get your brick and snatch his ass up out the car Baby renegotiate, *****ing wit them scars Now you asking who I'm talking 'bout, homie you could pick This whole industry got niggas' shit on whitey dick And now, since I'm a soldier known to speak my *****ing mind I'ma put you up on game everytime I start to rhyme ***** 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 ***** Fear no evil cause I'm God let 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
