| If you ain’t about that murder game, then… |
| Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill… |
| Pussy nigga, turn up |
| Pussy nigga, turn up |
| Shit… |
| You ain’t about that murder game |
| NFL, yeah, yeah, we run the murder game |
| I’m from 40th, them cops is doggin' us |
| I chilled on 39th 'cause them niggas ain’t talk too much |
| They rob 'em, let the burner do it |
| I swear I miss the murder unit |
| Lynch Mob, Saint Day, Scream Team, 40 Walls, bang bang |
| I’ll remove your melon — (shit, Killa, who you tellin'?) |
| And the girls don’t fuck with you, they be like «who he tellin'?» |
| In furs you’ll find me — birds and hymens |
| I don’t know La La Crew, but I got the murder mind |
| Sophie and Katrina, baby |
| Keep the nines a ninas, in Newark, subpoenas, baby |
| Count that — (blah, blah, blah, how 'bout that?) |
| (He a cigarette nigga, let me out that) — |
| Left 'em stinkin' like a loud pack |
| So what you talkin' 'bout? |
| (You ain’t about that murder game) |
| Back up, we in the burbs with 'caine |
| Swervin' lanes, curvin' lames |
| Bang, bang, bang you heard the thing |
| (Pussy nigga, shut up) |
| (Pussy nigga, shut up) |
| Ah… |
| You know I got that heroin — I take it down to Maryland |
| You know them vets need they medicine |
| Fiends knock — hurry up and let 'em in |
| Papi came to see me, yeah, I’m feelin' lucky now |
| Got that dog food, I ain’t talkin' puppy chow |
| No gravy train — no Purina |
| No Kibbles &Bits, so money train that real ether |
| That beige and tan, made me a praying mantis |
| Made three mil' alone, Ohio State c&us |
| They stuck on basic, it’s bucks I’m chasin' |
| Harlem World forever but I rep that Buka Nation |
| I could talk about it — statute imitations up |
| They can’t indict me know, know them charges never stuck |
| You relate? We buildin' - we’ll take your building |
| We on the lobby, one month, we’ll make a million |
| You ain’t about that murder game |
| Pussy nigga, shut up |