Murda In Da 1st Degree lyrics

[Intro: Tommy Wright III]
Yeah, what's up?
This one man gang Tommy Wright up in this b*tch
Send special shout out to my n*gga, Lil' Ramsey and the Magnolia Crime Click
I'm finna bump some off my tape Ashes 2 Ashes, Dust 2 Dust
If you ain't already got it, you know I'm sayin'
Shout out to my neighborhood, Four Corners Pimpinville
Land of the trill

[Chorus: Mac T-Dog & Killa-C]
Murder in the first degree
Murder in the first degree
Madman killer on the run with the gun, G

[Verse 1: Mac T Dog & Killa-C]
Midnight time, time to do a crime on a sissy b*tch
I got the TEC-9 in my hand, now you know Lil' T Dog finna click
Clicked up on the trick, I got the chicken in my brain cell
Blow a n*gga ass off and send that sissy ho to hell
Glock in my motherf*ckin' hand finna spray a b*tch
Knock his head off, kickin' it with my n*gga down on McLemore
Pimpin' n*gga on the for real-ah, b*tch, don't step too wrong, b*tch
Cross my motherf*ckin' path, watch your punk-ass be in a f*ckin' ditch
Murder in the first degree for you hoes wanna violate
You can't run you sissy b*tch 'cause I creep like a f*ckin' snake
5-0 on my ass, gotta get away, G
f*ck this sh*t, I never go to jail for murder in the first degree
[Verse 2: Killa-C & Mac T Dog & Killa-C]
One time tryna do a creep up on the Killa-C
Thought they figured that a n*gga did a murder in the first degree
I ain't goin, got a b*tch hoin', f*ck turn myself in to the feds
Got a sign, dead or alive, I guess they gon have to take me dead
Then I heard a knock up at the door, my mind was gone jone
Better make yourself known or I'm gonna pop this chrome
It's my n*gga Mac T, what's up? Have you heard, G?
Word on the other side, that I did a homicide
Mane, I'm havin' flashbacks
Did you pop 'em with the Gat?
All I 'member that I had the Glock and standin' on the track
Did you do it? I don't know
I was so blinked, probably so
But I know a n*gga on the run from the 5-0
Packin' my chrome by my di*k, jump in the chevy, ballin' quick
Gotta get about my killin' 'cause I need some cash, trick
Spot a n*gga on the track, should I rob him all I can?
He tryna get his ass in, I might as well rob a bank
Run in the bank wit the MAC, stuck it up and got the cash
Jumped into the chevy fast, Mac T Dog punched the gas
He ain't sh*t to me because I'm down about my killin', G
Don't f*ck with C, I'm down for a murder in the first degree

[Verse 3: Princess Loko]
Princess Loko's on a mission to pull a scheme upon a trick
Got the weapon, then I'm steppin' out the door to commence that killin', b*tch
M-A-C-T-D-O-G got the tone so, ho, you know it's on
Violated this pimpin' left a hole up in your f*ckin' dome
Chiefed a couple of sacks before we fell up on the killin' site
Goin' through the back so we won't get picked up by the motion light
Dodgin' bullets, duckin' and divin', runnin' and gunnin', sneakin' and creepin'
Look behind my back, I saw the motherf*ckin' neighbors peak
Hearin' the sirens, watchin' the timin', it's comin' in real short
Kill my victim, 5-0 wrapped it, three days later, I'm up in court
When the session was over, the judge found the n*gga not guilty
But I ain't f*cked about it 5-0 tryin' to hunt me down, see
On a rampage out to kill another n*gga on my path
Shanked that boy and took his sh*t, and split the coward boy in half
The narcs are knockin' at my door and windows lookin' for my ass
Try to hit the back door, got caught slippin', and didn't get away fast
Got one right behind me and another one comin' at me quick
Ran the other way, I jumped the fence, Loco ain't barrin' that sh*t
Ran to the corner liquor store and held 'em hostage for a while
Killed the baby b*tch by suffocatin' her with a f*ckin' towel
By the time I vamped the scene, they was outside with they f*ckin' tone
Went back in the store and tried to use the motherf*ckin' phone
The line was dead, damn, my n*gga, I guess them cops got receipts
So now they got pinned up for murder in the first degree
[Verse 4: Tommy Wright III]
Tommy Wright, I creep at night, Posse deep is how I creep
Poppin' slugs, sellin' drugs, I ain't nothing' but a thug
Sellin' dope, I can't cope with my life
So I fight each and every day, to get paid money's gotta be made
Got a gun by my side, duck, If you see my ride
Last motherf*cker that wanted to jump, mane, that n*gga died
I ain't got no feelings, I be killin' with my Glock c*cked
Neighbors peepin' while I'm creepin', f*ck a neighborhood watch
Suicidal, homicidal, n*gga, pass me my lighter
Blaze the laser, check my pager, put that b*tch on vibrate
Gotta be quiet while I'm creepin' cause this sh*t is dangerous
If I get caught slippin' I might end up dead as a angel
So just stop anythin' from happenin' to me, mane
I watch my back closely to prevent a murder in the first degree

[Outro: Tommy Wright III, Mac T Dog & Killa-C]
Murder in the first degree
Murder in the first degree
Madman killer on the run with the gun, G
Murder in the first degree
Murder in the first degree
Madman killer on the run with the gun, G
Murder in the first degree
Murder in the first degree
Madman killer on the run with the gun, G
Murder in the first degree
Murder in the first degree
Madman killer on the run with the gun, G
Murder in the first degree
Murder in the first degree
Madman killer on the run with the gun, G
Murder in the first degree
Murder in the first degree
Madman killer on the run with the gun, G
Murder in the first degree
Murder in the first degree
Madman killer on the run with the gun, G
Murder in the first degree
Tommy Wright f*cked up see
Laughin' ass n*gga you need to quit playin', G