Artist: Project Born Album: Ghetto Celebs Song: Murder Music Typed by: alcatrazzmania@yahoo.com [Verse 1: Nitty] Gotta put this down from a project g.o. wit this nine millimilo So at stake wit this kilo been stackin these dollas by the gelos Nigga know how you figure you gonna win? My daddy play hide and seek wit kins and my brothers locked down in the pen Niggaz think we slippin and trippin bout to take a fall Back causing crap but not hitting like a bat and cuttin these bitches ball Niggaz try to diss us they say we can't be stars yet Don't go to Minnesota but threat to be a pro like Kevin Garnett Niggaz talk that shit about how they made it But these punk niggaz straight turn from friend to foes to straight hoes then playa hate it But I'ma give em what they need Because it's project niggaz all over the world blowin that fire weed And this is who we representin, No president no USA It's just the projects and my AK Be goin down how that sound? I'm like Dennis Rodman on a rebound Nigga finna put this down [Chorus 2x: Half Pint] Murder music, The music made the nigga go and lose it The music made the nigga cop the blow and then use it He had to drill him, I pray to the lord please heal him He bought the disc but we didn't tell the boy to go and kill em [Verse 2: Half Pint] Underbelly it's kinda smelly they all shake like jelly When they see the white band on 24 inch beretti Nobody made a move everything was slow and smooth Gotta get my groove back fuck that chump and show and prove It's murder music you bitches never heard of music You gotta love it project mobbery no one above it Just ask ceez how we keep these bitches on they knees Go ask rob how these Project Born niggaz mob Comin through my hood it's like a circus and we chargin fares At the concession stand we got weed we got squares We got rocks we got x and sex wit plenty brews We got liquor make shit quicker ask my nigga bruise And that's for sheezy put that on my life nigga please believe me Outta Detroit the jeffrey projects got my nigga easy It's murder music the music made the nigga lose it The music made the nigga cock the steel back and use it Chorus 2x [Verse 3: Polk] I keep my mind on my money so dog I got mine Never fuck wit bitches and snitches so don't cross the line If you hustle fine don't put your life on the line Unless you pushin quarters and zones fuck nickels and dimes Playboy I'm fresh wit time my brother vic on the dime Finna drop that fifty g's my nigga and bust em wit nines And we gon blaze up so raise up and get yo money pimpin They played us now they hate us it ain't no slippin And now we dippin in the 600 on 22's Polk dilly too busy for bitches I can't buy no shoes Whatever you choose whatever you do Go cop that mob music and lose it playboy you can't lose It's that murder music Chorus 2x