Murda mil chords by Mil

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Intro 1

Verse 1
Em 
I look small
in that big caddy
And y 'all know I got that shit so raw
that you can smell it through the baggie
I put it out there while y 'all work it
A fleek'll put six on nine,
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Em 
but he just can't hurt it
You see me on them big ass twenties,
the back earfin'
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Freak the club one time
Em 
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while y   'all keep circling
Em 
I keep the trade pound snubby
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Bout to hurt em with the pound bucky
Em 
We all pinching off a pound of fuzzy
They all love me,
round the way broads with trees on
To the dime bitches with
the double G's on
You niggas leave when the
weed's gone
That's why I run with a few
that's gonna love me when the G's gone
I leave where we at Shelly
Don't make me put something in your belly
Or somethin' in your scully,
cause you know
When you standin' there
in front of my gun
You gettin' shot or gettin' cracked
with the butt of the gun
My team C -Do,
I hang around old dogs and Ninos
That keep Chino, and ride with the M3O
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It's three birds on a holiday,
Em 
and got kids lined up from blocks away
When it's dollar day, me rockin' rap,
gettin' rubber in the Callaway
Beam on the calico,
hit you from a mile away
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Em 
You niggas wanna feel the pain,
you can die today
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Fuckin' round with Ike millin' beans
Em 
and black fried call me
Murder, murder, murder
When mills spit shit
Murder, murder, murder
That real shit be
Murder, murder,
Try mill niggas will
Murder, murder
E 
You know the deal niggas
Em 
Murder, murder,
When mills spit shit
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Em 
Murder,
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Em 
That real shit be
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Em 
Murder,
Try mill niggas will
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Em 
Murder, murder
You know the deal niggas
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Em 
Who fuckin' with Ike's shit
Who fuckin' with murder?
Who fuckin' with Billy Town?
This city is Burgess
Who fuckin' with Beanie Siegel?
Who fuckin' with Wayne Rich?
Who fuckin' with Black Friday?
Who fuckin' with my shit?
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They call me
Em 
Murder, Murder, Murder
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Em 
M .I .L. Hoes used to ride before the deal
E 
I got kept a steel in the
Em 
wheel before the deal
Glock in my lap, you know
I got the rock under the mat
Dropped off hundreds of packs,
ran through hundreds of gats
Run from the Mac,
get you some in your back
How you gon' act
when you see the drum on the gang?
Knowin' half y 'all bitches
got cum on your back
Dawg, I bust off inside your bitch
And I'll give you all ten
that's inside the clip
Footy up in the hookie and ride your strip
Jump out, all you see is
niggas' eyes and lips
All my downtown niggas
on the cowboy tip
We all quick with the draw, then we get it
Years back I was cased up like fuck the law
But the law must have wanted
me to spit it for y 'all
Every car got the title now
Ain't no stress from the law
Everybody with me got
some type of title now
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Em 
Me and Mack blowin' brought
the hood problems down
Still get it down, plus we sell albums
Murder, murder, murder
When Mills spit shit
Murder, murder, murder
That real shit be
Murder, murder,
Try Mill niggas will
Murder, murder, murder
You know the deal, niggas
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Em 
Murder, murder, murder
When Mills spit shit
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Em 
Murder, murder,   murder
Em 
That real shit be
Murder, murder, murder
Try Mill niggas will
Em 
Murder, murder, murder
Em 
You know the deal, niggas