[{"id":12267811,"name":"Murder on My Mind","trackName":"Murder on My Mind","artistName":"Da Mafia 6ix","albumName":"6ix Commandments","duration":362.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! Yeah! You already know! Yessirr!\nBone Thug is in the building! Da Mafia 6ix up in here!\nPut your motherfucking lighters in the air! Yeah\nFully automatic bitch I put a bullet in your head\nIt's bout to go down, the world been waitin' on this!\nMafia 6ix, Bone, SpaceGhostPurrp, JGRXXN, let's go!\n\nMurder on my fucking mind, I think about it all the time\nMurder on my fucking mind, I think about it all the time\n\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n\nI got Glocks, Tec-9's\nShoot you in your motherfucking face\nThese haters better run\nCause I'm gunning automatic with a extra clip on my waist\nThese niggas 'bout to beat it\nChop 'em with the choppa, get the chalk up in the body bag\nBody bag, body bag, we some hood niggas, we ain't got a body bag\nPut his ass in a motherfucking Glad bag\nTo be honest I'm really glad his ass dead\n'Bout to go and do the same to his mom and dad\nRing the door bell, like I got somethin' to tell\n'Soon as he answers send their ass straight to hell\nThey ain't had shit to do with it, oh well!\nBut bitch shoot up your jaws that ain't fucking tell\nIf I'm mad at one than I'm grabbing my gun\nAin't no motherfuckin' body gon' be found\n\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n\nHalf of these niggas they don't put in any rhyme\nLaugh at these niggas, they don't put in any time\nPut a foot up in yo ass, I put a gun in every line\nFully automatic steppin' to the static every time\nTake you niggas every time, subliminal the criminal\nWhen everybody dies, see the spirit with his spine\nIf the spirit should be mine, I'mma fight up in this mothafucka\nRiot in this mothafucka, killing every enemy I see\nGimme my nine,\nhit 'em with the kinda little bullets\nthat'll duck you from the bridges to the pond\nFrom the fence to the zig zag line\nGet tense, I'm relentless, I put a bullet in his mind\nNot a bully but I'm tough from the grit and the grime\nNiggas slick, niggas slime, niggas crip, they can die\nWith a kill switch, kill shit, how you wanna deal with it?\nElevated, come in that motherfucker, for real\n\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n\nBitches better duck from the buckin' of the double barrel pump\nPlus a trunk for a nigga that'll slip\nNiggas know the business when I'm all in Memphis\nNever love a rookie sucker, take a nigga grip when I rip\nAin't that right? Skinny Pimp told you hoes before\nCrazy as a motherfucker, nigga you ain't know?\nYou better ask the last fuck bitch\nThen I catch a charge, kickin' her down\nYeah straight through the floor\nKill, first forty-eight all up in my mind\n666, see it all up in the sky\nSpaceGhostPurrp all black on with the mask on\nYou can tell a killer lookin' in his eyes\nMafia 6ix with the Evil shit\nBurn a nigga body, drop it in a ditch\nAin't no way you can win when the devil walks in\nDevil's daughter yeah I'm up in this bitch\n\nPlease don't wanna hear a pin drop\nMake yo bitch go flesh knob\nMake this to a murder plot\nWe back up in the hoe, then fuck yo God\nPray to your faith with yo Christ mane\nAnd put you in the sack until it's day light\nHitlist, Legion, Lucifer, Satan\nKoop got to kill you bitches\nChristian shizzit breaks my heart\nCome look at the stars\nThen I'm bucking everything he owns\n\nMoney owed, so it's murder on my mind\nFinger itchin' on the trigger of my nine millimeter\nI'm a killer if the murder make me richer\nYou'll for certain be the victim if it make a nigga skrilla, gorilla\nHit you with the guerrilla crimes\nI haven't ever really been a friend of mine\nHustle hard through the fall, spring, summer, winter time\nSip a lotta Henn', hit the weed, sniff a line\nNow I'm ready, let's go\nNow I'm on my Superman grind\nMoney burstin' out the pocket so my heater may shine\nBut let's face it, every time a nigga made it\nYou got the jealous tryna to take it\nSo you gotta sucker shake it, shake 'em off\nFinna stay strapped? You may have to break 'em off\nWanna play Bone? Somebody gotta pay the cost\nGotta get mine, I can't afford to take a loss\nEven if that means it's murder when come on the scene\nAnd set fire at the party, everybody can bleed\nThey can die, they can die\nThey can die, they can die, die\nIt's like I bit 'em and put venom in 'em\nAnd then I'm on a nigga, kill 'em till I'm finished with 'em\nFinished with 'em\nOne for the gun, two for redruM, murder\nThree, see them bleed\nFour, never coming back no more, more, more\nHe dead, he dead, he dead\nHe never coming back no more, more, more\nThis is your life, we will not let you breathe no more\nRedruM, redruM, redruM\nRedruM, redruM, redruM\n\nSix hundred and sixty six, six hundred and sixty six\nSix hundred and 666, six hundred and 666\nSix hundred and 666, six hundred and 666\nSix hundred and 666, six hundred and 666, yeah!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Murder on My Mind\n  artist: Da Mafia 6ix\n  album: 6ix Commandments\n  duration_ms: 362000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah! Yeah! You already know! Yessirr!\n  Bone Thug is in the building! Da Mafia 6ix up in here!\n  Put your motherfucking lighters in the air! Yeah\n  Fully automatic bitch I put a bullet in your head\n  It's bout to go down, the world been waitin' on this!\n  Mafia 6ix, Bone, SpaceGhostPurrp, JGRXXN, let's go!\n\n  Murder on my fucking mind, I think about it all the time\n  Murder on my fucking mind, I think about it all the time\n\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n\n  I got Glocks, Tec-9's\n  Shoot you in your motherfucking face\n  These haters better run\n  Cause I'm gunning automatic with a extra clip on my waist\n  These niggas 'bout to beat it\n  Chop 'em with the choppa, get the chalk up in the body bag\n  Body bag, body bag, we some hood niggas, we ain't got a body bag\n  Put his ass in a motherfucking Glad bag\n  To be honest I'm really glad his ass dead\n  'Bout to go and do the same to his mom and dad\n  Ring the door bell, like I got somethin' to tell\n  'Soon as he answers send their ass straight to hell\n  They ain't had shit to do with it, oh well!\n  But bitch shoot up your jaws that ain't fucking tell\n  If I'm mad at one than I'm grabbing my gun\n  Ain't no motherfuckin' body gon' be found\n\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n\n  Half of these niggas they don't put in any rhyme\n  Laugh at these niggas, they don't put in any time\n  Put a foot up in yo ass, I put a gun in every line\n  Fully automatic steppin' to the static every time\n  Take you niggas every time, subliminal the criminal\n  When everybody dies, see the spirit with his spine\n  If the spirit should be mine, I'mma fight up in this mothafucka\n  Riot in this mothafucka, killing every enemy I see\n  Gimme my nine,\n  hit 'em with the kinda little bullets\n  that'll duck you from the bridges to the pond\n  From the fence to the zig zag line\n  Get tense, I'm relentless, I put a bullet in his mind\n  Not a bully but I'm tough from the grit and the grime\n  Niggas slick, niggas slime, niggas crip, they can die\n  With a kill switch, kill shit, how you wanna deal with it?\n  Elevated, come in that motherfucker, for real\n\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n\n  Bitches better duck from the buckin' of the double barrel pump\n  Plus a trunk for a nigga that'll slip\n  Niggas know the business when I'm all in Memphis\n  Never love a rookie sucker, take a nigga grip when I rip\n  Ain't that right? Skinny Pimp told you hoes before\n  Crazy as a motherfucker, nigga you ain't know?\n  You better ask the last fuck bitch\n  Then I catch a charge, kickin' her down\n  Yeah straight through the floor\n  Kill, first forty-eight all up in my mind\n  666, see it all up in the sky\n  SpaceGhostPurrp all black on with the mask on\n  You can tell a killer lookin' in his eyes\n  Mafia 6ix with the Evil shit\n  Burn a nigga body, drop it in a ditch\n  Ain't no way you can win when the devil walks in\n  Devil's daughter yeah I'm up in this bitch\n\n  Please don't wanna hear a pin drop\n  Make yo bitch go flesh knob\n  Make this to a murder plot\n  We back up in the hoe, then fuck yo God\n  Pray to your faith with yo Christ mane\n  And put you in the sack until it's day light\n  Hitlist, Legion, Lucifer, Satan\n  Koop got to kill you bitches\n  Christian shizzit breaks my heart\n  Come look at the stars\n  Then I'm bucking everything he owns\n\n  Money owed, so it's murder on my mind\n  Finger itchin' on the trigger of my nine millimeter\n  I'm a killer if the murder make me richer\n  You'll for certain be the victim if it make a nigga skrilla, gorilla\n  Hit you with the guerrilla crimes\n  I haven't ever really been a friend of mine\n  Hustle hard through the fall, spring, summer, winter time\n  Sip a lotta Henn', hit the weed, sniff a line\n  Now I'm ready, let's go\n  Now I'm on my Superman grind\n  Money burstin' out the pocket so my heater may shine\n  But let's face it, every time a nigga made it\n  You got the jealous tryna to take it\n  So you gotta sucker shake it, shake 'em off\n  Finna stay strapped? You may have to break 'em off\n  Wanna play Bone? Somebody gotta pay the cost\n  Gotta get mine, I can't afford to take a loss\n  Even if that means it's murder when come on the scene\n  And set fire at the party, everybody can bleed\n  They can die, they can die\n  They can die, they can die, die\n  It's like I bit 'em and put venom in 'em\n  And then I'm on a nigga, kill 'em till I'm finished with 'em\n  Finished with 'em\n  One for the gun, two for redruM, murder\n  Three, see them bleed\n  Four, never coming back no more, more, more\n  He dead, he dead, he dead\n  He never coming back no more, more, more\n  This is your life, we will not let you breathe no more\n  RedruM, redruM, redruM\n  RedruM, redruM, redruM\n\n  Six hundred and sixty six, six hundred and sixty six\n  Six hundred and 666, six hundred and 666\n  Six hundred and 666, six hundred and 666\n  Six hundred and 666, six hundred and 666, yeah!\n"},{"id":14011931,"name":"Murder On My Mind (Feat. SpaceGhostPurrp, Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Bone)","trackName":"Murder On My Mind (Feat. SpaceGhostPurrp, Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Bone)","artistName":"Da Mafia 6ix","albumName":"6ix Commandments","duration":362.187755,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! Yeah! You already know! Yessirr!\nBone Thug is in the building! Da Mafia 6ix up in here!\nPut your motherfucking lighters in the air! Yeah\nFully automatic bitch I put a bullet in your head\nIt's bout to go down, the world been waitin' on this!\nMafia 6ix, Bone, SpaceGhostPurrp, JGRXXN, let's go!\n\nMurder on my fucking mind, I think about it all the time\nMurder on my fucking mind, I think about it all the time\n\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n\nI got Glocks, Tec-9's\nShoot you in your motherfucking face\nThese haters better run\nCause I'm gunning automatic with a extra clip on my waist\nThese niggas 'bout to beat it\nChop 'em with the choppa, get the chalk up in the body bag\nBody bag, body bag, we some hood niggas, we ain't got a body bag\nPut his ass in a motherfucking Glad bag\nTo be honest I'm really glad his ass dead\n'Bout to go and do the same to his mom and dad\nRing the door bell, like I got somethin' to tell\n'Soon as he answers send their ass straight to hell\nThey ain't had shit to do with it, oh well!\nBut bitch shoot up your jaws that ain't fucking tell\nIf I'm mad at one than I'm grabbing my gun\nAin't no motherfuckin' body gon' be found\n\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n\nHalf of these niggas they don't put in any rhyme\nLaugh at these niggas, they don't put in any time\nPut a foot up in yo ass, I put a gun in every line\nFully automatic steppin' to the static every time\nTake you niggas every time, subliminal the criminal\nWhen everybody dies, see the spirit with his spine\nIf the spirit should be mine, I'mma fight up in this mothafucka\nRiot in this mothafucka, killing every enemy I see\nGimme my nine,\nhit 'em with the kinda little bullets\nthat'll duck you from the bridges to the pond\nFrom the fence to the zig zag line\nGet tense, I'm relentless, I put a bullet in his mind\nNot a bully but I'm tough from the grit and the grime\nNiggas slick, niggas slime, niggas crip, they can die\nWith a kill switch, kill shit, how you wanna deal with it?\nElevated, come in that motherfucker, for real\n\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n\nBitches better duck from the buckin' of the double barrel pump\nPlus a trunk for a nigga that'll slip\nNiggas know the business when I'm all in Memphis\nNever love a rookie sucker, take a nigga grip when I rip\nAin't that right? Skinny Pimp told you hoes before\nCrazy as a motherfucker, nigga you ain't know?\nYou better ask the last fuck bitch\nThen I catch a charge, kickin' her down\nYeah straight through the floor\nKill, first forty-eight all up in my mind\n666, see it all up in the sky\nSpaceGhostPurrp all black on with the mask on\nYou can tell a killer lookin' in his eyes\nMafia 6ix with the Evil shit\nBurn a nigga body, drop it in a ditch\nAin't no way you can win when the devil walks in\nDevil's daughter yeah I'm up in this bitch\n\nPlease don't wanna hear a pin drop\nMake yo bitch go flesh knob\nMake this to a murder plot\nWe back up in the hoe, then fuck yo God\nPray to your faith with yo Christ mane\nAnd put you in the sack until it's day light\nHitlist, Legion, Lucifer, Satan\nKoop got to kill you bitches\nChristian shizzit breaks my heart\nCome look at the stars\nThen I'm bucking everything he owns\n\nMoney owed, so it's murder on my mind\nFinger itchin' on the trigger of my nine millimeter\nI'm a killer if the murder make me richer\nYou'll for certain be the victim if it make a nigga skrilla, gorilla\nHit you with the guerrilla crimes\nI haven't ever really been a friend of mine\nHustle hard through the fall, spring, summer, winter time\nSip a lotta Henn', hit the weed, sniff a line\nNow I'm ready, let's go\nNow I'm on my Superman grind\nMoney burstin' out the pocket so my heater may shine\nBut let's face it, every time a nigga made it\nYou got the jealous tryna to take it\nSo you gotta sucker shake it, shake 'em off\nFinna stay strapped? You may have to break 'em off\nWanna play Bone? Somebody gotta pay the cost\nGotta get mine, I can't afford to take a loss\nEven if that means it's murder when come on the scene\nAnd set fire at the party, everybody can bleed\nThey can die, they can die\nThey can die, they can die, die\nIt's like I bit 'em and put venom in 'em\nAnd then I'm on a nigga, kill 'em till I'm finished with 'em\nFinished with 'em\nOne for the gun, two for redruM, murder\nThree, see them bleed\nFour, never coming back no more, more, more\nHe dead, he dead, he dead\nHe never coming back no more, more, more\nThis is your life, we will not let you breathe no more\nRedruM, redruM, redruM\nRedruM, redruM, redruM\n\nSix hundred and sixty six, six hundred and sixty six\nSix hundred and 666, six hundred and 666\nSix hundred and 666, six hundred and 666\nSix hundred and 666, six hundred and 666, yeah!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Murder On My Mind (Feat. SpaceGhostPurrp, Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Bone)\n  artist: Da Mafia 6ix\n  album: 6ix Commandments\n  duration_ms: 362188\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah! Yeah! You already know! Yessirr!\n  Bone Thug is in the building! Da Mafia 6ix up in here!\n  Put your motherfucking lighters in the air! Yeah\n  Fully automatic bitch I put a bullet in your head\n  It's bout to go down, the world been waitin' on this!\n  Mafia 6ix, Bone, SpaceGhostPurrp, JGRXXN, let's go!\n\n  Murder on my fucking mind, I think about it all the time\n  Murder on my fucking mind, I think about it all the time\n\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n\n  I got Glocks, Tec-9's\n  Shoot you in your motherfucking face\n  These haters better run\n  Cause I'm gunning automatic with a extra clip on my waist\n  These niggas 'bout to beat it\n  Chop 'em with the choppa, get the chalk up in the body bag\n  Body bag, body bag, we some hood niggas, we ain't got a body bag\n  Put his ass in a motherfucking Glad bag\n  To be honest I'm really glad his ass dead\n  'Bout to go and do the same to his mom and dad\n  Ring the door bell, like I got somethin' to tell\n  'Soon as he answers send their ass straight to hell\n  They ain't had shit to do with it, oh well!\n  But bitch shoot up your jaws that ain't fucking tell\n  If I'm mad at one than I'm grabbing my gun\n  Ain't no motherfuckin' body gon' be found\n\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n\n  Half of these niggas they don't put in any rhyme\n  Laugh at these niggas, they don't put in any time\n  Put a foot up in yo ass, I put a gun in every line\n  Fully automatic steppin' to the static every time\n  Take you niggas every time, subliminal the criminal\n  When everybody dies, see the spirit with his spine\n  If the spirit should be mine, I'mma fight up in this mothafucka\n  Riot in this mothafucka, killing every enemy I see\n  Gimme my nine,\n  hit 'em with the kinda little bullets\n  that'll duck you from the bridges to the pond\n  From the fence to the zig zag line\n  Get tense, I'm relentless, I put a bullet in his mind\n  Not a bully but I'm tough from the grit and the grime\n  Niggas slick, niggas slime, niggas crip, they can die\n  With a kill switch, kill shit, how you wanna deal with it?\n  Elevated, come in that motherfucker, for real\n\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n\n  Bitches better duck from the buckin' of the double barrel pump\n  Plus a trunk for a nigga that'll slip\n  Niggas know the business when I'm all in Memphis\n  Never love a rookie sucker, take a nigga grip when I rip\n  Ain't that right? Skinny Pimp told you hoes before\n  Crazy as a motherfucker, nigga you ain't know?\n  You better ask the last fuck bitch\n  Then I catch a charge, kickin' her down\n  Yeah straight through the floor\n  Kill, first forty-eight all up in my mind\n  666, see it all up in the sky\n  SpaceGhostPurrp all black on with the mask on\n  You can tell a killer lookin' in his eyes\n  Mafia 6ix with the Evil shit\n  Burn a nigga body, drop it in a ditch\n  Ain't no way you can win when the devil walks in\n  Devil's daughter yeah I'm up in this bitch\n\n  Please don't wanna hear a pin drop\n  Make yo bitch go flesh knob\n  Make this to a murder plot\n  We back up in the hoe, then fuck yo God\n  Pray to your faith with yo Christ mane\n  And put you in the sack until it's day light\n  Hitlist, Legion, Lucifer, Satan\n  Koop got to kill you bitches\n  Christian shizzit breaks my heart\n  Come look at the stars\n  Then I'm bucking everything he owns\n\n  Money owed, so it's murder on my mind\n  Finger itchin' on the trigger of my nine millimeter\n  I'm a killer if the murder make me richer\n  You'll for certain be the victim if it make a nigga skrilla, gorilla\n  Hit you with the guerrilla crimes\n  I haven't ever really been a friend of mine\n  Hustle hard through the fall, spring, summer, winter time\n  Sip a lotta Henn', hit the weed, sniff a line\n  Now I'm ready, let's go\n  Now I'm on my Superman grind\n  Money burstin' out the pocket so my heater may shine\n  But let's face it, every time a nigga made it\n  You got the jealous tryna to take it\n  So you gotta sucker shake it, shake 'em off\n  Finna stay strapped? You may have to break 'em off\n  Wanna play Bone? Somebody gotta pay the cost\n  Gotta get mine, I can't afford to take a loss\n  Even if that means it's murder when come on the scene\n  And set fire at the party, everybody can bleed\n  They can die, they can die\n  They can die, they can die, die\n  It's like I bit 'em and put venom in 'em\n  And then I'm on a nigga, kill 'em till I'm finished with 'em\n  Finished with 'em\n  One for the gun, two for redruM, murder\n  Three, see them bleed\n  Four, never coming back no more, more, more\n  He dead, he dead, he dead\n  He never coming back no more, more, more\n  This is your life, we will not let you breathe no more\n  RedruM, redruM, redruM\n  RedruM, redruM, redruM\n\n  Six hundred and sixty six, six hundred and sixty six\n  Six hundred and 666, six hundred and 666\n  Six hundred and 666, six hundred and 666\n  Six hundred and 666, six hundred and 666, yeah!\n"},{"id":35734806,"name":"Murder On My Mind (feat. 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Yeah\nFully automatic bitch I put a bullet in your head\nIt's bout to go down, the world been waitin' on this!\nMafia 6ix, Bone, SpaceGhostPurrp, JGRXXN, let's go!\n\nMurder on my fucking mind, I think about it all the time\nMurder on my fucking mind, I think about it all the time\n\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n\nI got Glocks, Tec-9's\nShoot you in your motherfucking face\nThese haters better run\nCause I'm gunning automatic with a extra clip on my waist\nThese niggas 'bout to beat it\nChop 'em with the choppa, get the chalk up in the body bag\nBody bag, body bag, we some hood niggas, we ain't got a body bag\nPut his ass in a motherfucking Glad bag\nTo be honest I'm really glad his ass dead\n'Bout to go and do the same to his mom and dad\nRing the door bell, like I got somethin' to tell\n'Soon as he answers send their ass straight to hell\nThey ain't had shit to do with it, oh well!\nBut bitch shoot up your jaws that ain't fucking tell\nIf I'm mad at one than I'm grabbing my gun\nAin't no motherfuckin' body gon' be found\n\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n\nHalf of these niggas they don't put in any rhyme\nLaugh at these niggas, they don't put in any time\nPut a foot up in yo ass, I put a gun in every line\nFully automatic steppin' to the static every time\nTake you niggas every time, subliminal the criminal\nWhen everybody dies, see the spirit with his spine\nIf the spirit should be mine, I'mma fight up in this mothafucka\nRiot in this mothafucka, killing every enemy I see\nGimme my nine,\nhit 'em with the kinda little bullets\nthat'll duck you from the bridges to the pond\nFrom the fence to the zig zag line\nGet tense, I'm relentless, I put a bullet in his mind\nNot a bully but I'm tough from the grit and the grime\nNiggas slick, niggas slime, niggas crip, they can die\nWith a kill switch, kill shit, how you wanna deal with it?\nElevated, come in that motherfucker, for real\n\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\nGone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\nRun up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n\nBitches better duck from the buckin' of the double barrel pump\nPlus a trunk for a nigga that'll slip\nNiggas know the business when I'm all in Memphis\nNever love a rookie sucker, take a nigga grip when I rip\nAin't that right? Skinny Pimp told you hoes before\nCrazy as a motherfucker, nigga you ain't know?\nYou better ask the last fuck bitch\nThen I catch a charge, kickin' her down\nYeah straight through the floor\nKill, first forty-eight all up in my mind\n666, see it all up in the sky\nSpaceGhostPurrp all black on with the mask on\nYou can tell a killer lookin' in his eyes\nMafia 6ix with the Evil shit\nBurn a nigga body, drop it in a ditch\nAin't no way you can win when the devil walks in\nDevil's daughter yeah I'm up in this bitch\n\nPlease don't wanna hear a pin drop\nMake yo bitch go flesh knob\nMake this to a murder plot\nWe back up in the hoe, then fuck yo God\nPray to your faith with yo Christ mane\nAnd put you in the sack until it's day light\nHitlist, Legion, Lucifer, Satan\nKoop got to kill you bitches\nChristian shizzit breaks my heart\nCome look at the stars\nThen I'm bucking everything he owns\n\nMoney owed, so it's murder on my mind\nFinger itchin' on the trigger of my nine millimeter\nI'm a killer if the murder make me richer\nYou'll for certain be the victim if it make a nigga skrilla, gorilla\nHit you with the guerrilla crimes\nI haven't ever really been a friend of mine\nHustle hard through the fall, spring, summer, winter time\nSip a lotta Henn', hit the weed, sniff a line\nNow I'm ready, let's go\nNow I'm on my Superman grind\nMoney burstin' out the pocket so my heater may shine\nBut let's face it, every time a nigga made it\nYou got the jealous tryna to take it\nSo you gotta sucker shake it, shake 'em off\nFinna stay strapped? You may have to break 'em off\nWanna play Bone? Somebody gotta pay the cost\nGotta get mine, I can't afford to take a loss\nEven if that means it's murder when come on the scene\nAnd set fire at the party, everybody can bleed\nThey can die, they can die\nThey can die, they can die, die\nIt's like I bit 'em and put venom in 'em\nAnd then I'm on a nigga, kill 'em till I'm finished with 'em\nFinished with 'em\nOne for the gun, two for redruM, murder\nThree, see them bleed\nFour, never coming back no more, more, more\nHe dead, he dead, he dead\nHe never coming back no more, more, more\nThis is your life, we will not let you breathe no more\nRedruM, redruM, redruM\nRedruM, redruM, redruM\n\nSix hundred and sixty six, six hundred and sixty six\nSix hundred and 666, six hundred and 666\nSix hundred and 666, six hundred and 666\nSix hundred and 666, six hundred and 666, yeah!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Murder On My Mind (feat. 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Yeah\n  Fully automatic bitch I put a bullet in your head\n  It's bout to go down, the world been waitin' on this!\n  Mafia 6ix, Bone, SpaceGhostPurrp, JGRXXN, let's go!\n\n  Murder on my fucking mind, I think about it all the time\n  Murder on my fucking mind, I think about it all the time\n\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n\n  I got Glocks, Tec-9's\n  Shoot you in your motherfucking face\n  These haters better run\n  Cause I'm gunning automatic with a extra clip on my waist\n  These niggas 'bout to beat it\n  Chop 'em with the choppa, get the chalk up in the body bag\n  Body bag, body bag, we some hood niggas, we ain't got a body bag\n  Put his ass in a motherfucking Glad bag\n  To be honest I'm really glad his ass dead\n  'Bout to go and do the same to his mom and dad\n  Ring the door bell, like I got somethin' to tell\n  'Soon as he answers send their ass straight to hell\n  They ain't had shit to do with it, oh well!\n  But bitch shoot up your jaws that ain't fucking tell\n  If I'm mad at one than I'm grabbing my gun\n  Ain't no motherfuckin' body gon' be found\n\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n\n  Half of these niggas they don't put in any rhyme\n  Laugh at these niggas, they don't put in any time\n  Put a foot up in yo ass, I put a gun in every line\n  Fully automatic steppin' to the static every time\n  Take you niggas every time, subliminal the criminal\n  When everybody dies, see the spirit with his spine\n  If the spirit should be mine, I'mma fight up in this mothafucka\n  Riot in this mothafucka, killing every enemy I see\n  Gimme my nine,\n  hit 'em with the kinda little bullets\n  that'll duck you from the bridges to the pond\n  From the fence to the zig zag line\n  Get tense, I'm relentless, I put a bullet in his mind\n  Not a bully but I'm tough from the grit and the grime\n  Niggas slick, niggas slime, niggas crip, they can die\n  With a kill switch, kill shit, how you wanna deal with it?\n  Elevated, come in that motherfucker, for real\n\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n  Gone up off that shit my nigga, don't you know I'm fucked up?\n  Run up on you with that nine, I don't fuck with bustas\n\n  Bitches better duck from the buckin' of the double barrel pump\n  Plus a trunk for a nigga that'll slip\n  Niggas know the business when I'm all in Memphis\n  Never love a rookie sucker, take a nigga grip when I rip\n  Ain't that right? Skinny Pimp told you hoes before\n  Crazy as a motherfucker, nigga you ain't know?\n  You better ask the last fuck bitch\n  Then I catch a charge, kickin' her down\n  Yeah straight through the floor\n  Kill, first forty-eight all up in my mind\n  666, see it all up in the sky\n  SpaceGhostPurrp all black on with the mask on\n  You can tell a killer lookin' in his eyes\n  Mafia 6ix with the Evil shit\n  Burn a nigga body, drop it in a ditch\n  Ain't no way you can win when the devil walks in\n  Devil's daughter yeah I'm up in this bitch\n\n  Please don't wanna hear a pin drop\n  Make yo bitch go flesh knob\n  Make this to a murder plot\n  We back up in the hoe, then fuck yo God\n  Pray to your faith with yo Christ mane\n  And put you in the sack until it's day light\n  Hitlist, Legion, Lucifer, Satan\n  Koop got to kill you bitches\n  Christian shizzit breaks my heart\n  Come look at the stars\n  Then I'm bucking everything he owns\n\n  Money owed, so it's murder on my mind\n  Finger itchin' on the trigger of my nine millimeter\n  I'm a killer if the murder make me richer\n  You'll for certain be the victim if it make a nigga skrilla, gorilla\n  Hit you with the guerrilla crimes\n  I haven't ever really been a friend of mine\n  Hustle hard through the fall, spring, summer, winter time\n  Sip a lotta Henn', hit the weed, sniff a line\n  Now I'm ready, let's go\n  Now I'm on my Superman grind\n  Money burstin' out the pocket so my heater may shine\n  But let's face it, every time a nigga made it\n  You got the jealous tryna to take it\n  So you gotta sucker shake it, shake 'em off\n  Finna stay strapped? You may have to break 'em off\n  Wanna play Bone? Somebody gotta pay the cost\n  Gotta get mine, I can't afford to take a loss\n  Even if that means it's murder when come on the scene\n  And set fire at the party, everybody can bleed\n  They can die, they can die\n  They can die, they can die, die\n  It's like I bit 'em and put venom in 'em\n  And then I'm on a nigga, kill 'em till I'm finished with 'em\n  Finished with 'em\n  One for the gun, two for redruM, murder\n  Three, see them bleed\n  Four, never coming back no more, more, more\n  He dead, he dead, he dead\n  He never coming back no more, more, more\n  This is your life, we will not let you breathe no more\n  RedruM, redruM, redruM\n  RedruM, redruM, redruM\n\n  Six hundred and sixty six, six hundred and sixty six\n  Six hundred and 666, six hundred and 666\n  Six hundred and 666, six hundred and 666\n  Six hundred and 666, six hundred and 666, yeah!\n"}]