Murda Scene (feat. Ar-Ab)

Murda Scene (feat. Ar-Ab) - Dark Lo Lyrics

[Dark Lo]

Jump out a bush get to spraying on you

For about a week, I was laying on you

I'm at the stove or I'm at your throat

If I can't get to you, then I'm at your folks

Every day be a murder scene

We the murder team, that's on everything

Every day I need a pint of lean

I'm 'bout to light some green, I order rice and wings

2 in the morning, Chinese store draw in

Dead smack on point, Ruger hanging on him

I'm getting lose hanging out the roof

Heard you a rat, and they got the proof

It was written I was in my Grifes

Prolly counting chicken, fresh off a mission

If you wasn't mentioned you should mind your business

Kill a nigga on Christmas, prolly fuck his misses

I'm with King AB I should bring the mag

If you got your kids with you, I might give you a pass

It's the dice roller, this the heist order

This is priceless, any shooter I sent never froze up

This is fluid I put nothing to it

It's just something grooving, you my fucking student

I still do it for them youngings shooting

Don't got their life together, or they restricted movement

Nigga don't panic I'll have you running, dancing

Everybody calling your phone but you not answering

This the takeover, this a makeover

Treat these North Philly streets like it's Daytona

I'll spin your corner, I get up on ya, they paint a picture, mourn ya

I'm having a drink with Sonia

She a heavy moaner, when I hump all on her

I'll walk you girl in the crib I have the pump all on her

This is no excuses, all my niggas ruthless

Corny rapper, who this?

Pocket full of blue shit

You niggas know I do this, it's Darkavelli new shit

It's slaughter crib oh shit

I'm in a booth lose it