Artist: Jae Millz Album: R.O.T.S. (Mixtape) Song: 1st Degree Murder Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] It's Millz You know what this sound like? This sound like the part of the movie where the monster is chasing the lady at the end, right? And she like almost get away and she falls And you know what happen after that Yo yo! [Verse 1] Here go his address, don't worry, I'll send the squad with ya If anybody asks tell em Large Mark sent ya I know the game like a card dealer My bitch head good like a DeBarge member Life's a bitch but I spar with er All about my music and my money like guitar center My youngin on the steep sittin with the pump On that little duck shit like this ain't what you want All them 2 dads 12, that's where the fuck I'm from Potent gangbang bang, fuck her one on one Every day you saw me fly when the bell rung Now every day I'm on that same shit from when I was young Check me out tho [Verse 2] How you wanna do it? 2 door or the 4? Pull up in some shit from the showroom floor Girl I crash into that pussy, hope that thing ensured Put yo ass to sleep, you'll wake up like you see me Lawd Medicated in my dutch but ain't nothing wrong You could call Kirk Hannon cause ain't nothing wrong I done made a couple dollars off a couple songs Invested that into my team, now we fuckin on Got a girl in wash heights, all about a bitch Cook up coke, do wash and sex out the same crib I use to beat that caporero from 1-56 Now I'm probably in beauty in Essex with yo bitch Uptown til I die, nigga what it is? She love a Harlem nigga, even made a couple kids No credit but I know niggas who swipe for real Insane in the membrane Cypress Millz [Verse 3] I'm all the way, all the way gone nigga, I mean far away So far away I'm already getting head tomorrow today Rewind that back, don't barbiturate Bombs away, I mean bars away Why these little niggas wanna start to play I was powered off, who started me I don't know but one thing I do now (what's that?) Is these boys better move on, VER Cause I might spazz and who knows Well you know, I'm stuntin like nothing like ever before that you ever saw Ready for war, no paint on my face Don't take my floor, G niggas is frauds Minus the badge you niggas is broads Go against me, you hittin the wall Crash dummy, go visit the morgue Music make a lay, rapper spirit is off You ain't say shit while you get it regardless You so back on that other shit Much think of all you bitch niggas that been running round on that sucka shit I see you But I'm a act like I don't know Rich street nigga you can act like a dope straight Murdering the yea but don't act like a wall These niggas ain't ill, back to the drones I think I better shoot using half of my dome Groupie ass hoe, you chase after the boner I'm not after the pussy, I'm after the tumbles My girl bust it open soon as I get home You still talkin shit, man I'm laughing at home Niggas is lame with no sense of style Just get a style, let's leave fashion alone Reality of the situation – that's what you facin We sharp shit, no shellcase and no evidence No building cases, no courtdating no nothing Them niggas hating, man fuck em These niggas ain't pimpin they coffins It's Millz, put yo favorite rapper in the oven and cook him Don't you want the truth? Go to your guru Go to yourselves Because that's the only place you Ever gonna find any real truth