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Murder Onze Lyrics

Intro: Cheek Del Vec

Uhh (what?)
Trife & Larceny in the f***** house (uhh)
My n**** Klep in the f***** house (Kleptomaniac)
and me (uhh, uhh), Cheek Del Vec (Del Vec, aight) Aight!
(One love) Uhh, check it
(Snake-killin a** n*****, JM one love)
Verse 1: Del Vec, Kleptomaniac
Del Vec, little n***** pushing Landcruiser jeeps
gettin blunted all day, every day of the week
Nights in Maxima's and Acura's
Got b****** drivin 929 Mazda's, Tammy and Rhonda
Drivin rope down south in the Honda
I'm behind her in the Pathfinder
gettin blunted, my n**** need all, the XL 600
ridin smoothly playin low-key, watch my b****
with the brick in the Civic sellin mad weight
Outta state and s***, I can't wait til this record s*** is straight
So we can recuperate, get the dough and I'm gone

m************ fear me, I blow up spots like Ed Leary
Violent pro's even with guns like Sharon Stone
Mack a** n**** strikes again, chalk my win
Kleptomaniac attracts CREAM stacks from eight pens
And sticky hands wit crazy glue like finger tips shoplift
Or pass crews on mountain bikes bustin four-fifths
Diamond Vagettes, Rolex for the b****, flex
and maxin de Moet, signin my signature on cheques
Crime m*********** pays when you know what you're doin
and gettin loops since n***** was rockin Hawaiian suits
What? Don't shoot *gun shot* leave ya family upset
Tight the trip DT's, chasin down robbery suspect

Chorus: Larceny
Murder Onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young
JM m***********, go get your guns
Murder Onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young
JM m***********, go get your guns
*repeat*

Verse 2: Trife, Larceny

Gettin richer cos I move c**e and bust quicker
b****** get richer, jealous n***** wanna hit'cha
Stashin my guns to protect my ones
I see the cash flow, torch it I blast, you know how it go
In the 5-double 0 SL
puffin L's lit while Larce loadin shells in the clip

Snakes-murder men formin plots
Lickin shots outta drop tops and it don't stop
us from gettin the Luchicreno
My clique tight like gambino's stickin casinos
Bussin down kilos, me and Trife for life
JM shorty's on the run
c********* go get your guns
Chorus x 1/2

Verse 3: Klep, Del Vec, Trife

I smoke so much weed, I know my lungs is f***** up
Stick guns I get'cha, spit s**** when I c**
Party done, use to hustle bubble
with concealed capsules under my tongue til my mouth got numb
Now I watch my back like spighty sense was tinglin
Minglin in clubs with Jm puffin on mo' teams
Don't oppose me, s*** ain't rosy
Murderin-lyrical gangsta like Ini Kamoze

Del Vec project was set down south with two Tek
I murdered that, we got mad respect
Sheisty n***** and vicars puffin 20's and 50's on the block
I got s*** on lock in Little Rock
My b**** got knocked, she sold to a undercover cop
went to jail, put the Benz up for bail
Now I'm f***** up in the cut
I got to move to a diff'rent state to make some quick bucks

As I look around me, dead bodies surround me
Part of drug dealin-killin millions to make millions
Sittin on top, tote Glocks
smokin pounds and phillies by the box, gettin head on the yacht
Presidential rollin, watch hos clock me wit tha 420
Bodyin m************ for this money

Chorus x2
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Conspiracy (1995)