Murder 101, The hottest nikka under the sun
I came from under the tummy busting a tommy
Or come from under your garments, your chest and your arm hit
Pow! One to the head: now you know he dead
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Naw, better yet a veteran in'the hall of fame
I got that medicine; I'm better than all the names
Ay, it's Cash Money Records, man: a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, Fresh, for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it, man, and guard your brain
Cause the flow is spasmatic: what they call insane
That ain't even a motherfukkin' aim. I get dough boy
And you already know that pimpin'
18, how I'm living? Young'un, show that Bentley
Stunna my Pa so you know that's in me
Gotti my mentor so don't go there with me
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