Yeah (yeah)

(Space Rabbit)

Yeah-yeah (yeah)Yeah-yeah (space Rabbit push a space coupe)

I pray the choppa never jam, homie (yeah)

I pray the Lord puts his hands on me (yeah-yeah)

I pray the choppa never jam

.30, .30 in my hands

DEA and detective done got me cuffed on that ambulance

Nigga ain′t no solvin' no murders, welcome to Murderland

Send a hit and scratch off a hit, bitch, I′m the Murder Man

Pray the Lord puts his hands on me

And I know I took a risk with this shit when I put my hands on it

All my enemies watchin', they plottin' plan on me

They go end up one of them dead homies

′Cause how can a nigga stand on it when it ain′t the truth?

Pussy niggas run on me when it's time to shoot

Motherfuck a friend, get them bitches out my crew

I know you wouldn′t fuck with me if I didn't have no loot

′Cause I'm the one that push a hard line

Tell me, what niggas know about hard times?

Empty stomach get you the heart to go do a homicide

Know some bitch niggas that snitch, niggas on my side

Still a rich nigga with mob ties

′Cause nigga, we was locked in

Million six and my niggas didn't want apartment

We was pushin' that molly, powder and octane

Back when bitches, they used to play with my heart then

Police might shoot me and kill me over my dark skin

Man, this game got me dark-hearted

Smoke a jam like a alcoholic, don′t get me started

I thought we was gon′ thug it out to the end

But I guess that shit just wasn't on the plans

I pray this choppa never jam

.30, .30 in my hands

Shoot him if he ain′t DOA, we shoot up the ambulance

Nigga ain't no solvin′ no murders, welcome to Murderland

Bulletproof my shit, they might hit it, bitch, I'm the Murder Man

Dead nigga put his hands on me

I might pop another bottle and pour one out for your dead homie

Swear my friends turnin′ fed on me (bitch)

Man, they pussy niggas might take a stand on me

But how can a nigga stand on it when it ain't the truth?

Pussy niggas run on me when it's time to shoot

She think I′m her man, baby, I′m just knockin' boots

I know you wouldn′t fuck with me if I didn't have no loot

′Cause I'm the one that push a hard line

Tell me, what bitches know about hard times?

Empty stomach get you the heart to go do a homicide

Know some bitch niggas that snitch, niggas on my side

Still a rich nigga with mob ties

′Cause nigga, we was locked in

Million six and my niggas didn't want apartment

We was pushin' that molly, powder and octane

Back when bitches, they used to play with my heart then

Police might shoot me and kill me over my dark skin

Man, this game got me dark-hearted

Smoke a jam like a alcoholic, don′t get me started

I thought we was gon′ thug it out to the end

But I guess that shit just wasn't on the plans

I pray this choppa never jam (yeah-yeah)

I pray this choppa never jam (yeah-yeah)

I pray this choppa never jam, homie (yeah-yeah)

I pray the Lord puts his hands on me (yeah-yeah)

I pray this choppa never jam

I pray this choppa never jam (yeah-yeah)

I pray this choppa never jam, homie (yeah)

I pray the Lord puts his hands on me (yeah-yeah)