bust me, who knocked me out Who tried to choak, who tied the rope, who left me this bitch ass note I'm disgusted the murder she wrote Money she soaked
made off his last bundle Nasty girl don't pass me the world, I push to be not the backseat girl Don't deep throat the C-note she float Murder she wrote
gal) Girl you roll it like a boat, when you shake it to the floor When I get you in the door this murder she wrote See you the hottest chick in the club
knew they would die before they woke They probably started off a beautiful day with weed smoke Out of last night's pussy, the murder that she wrote Cold
lethal as a mojito be my amigo, eat my burrito you're a fuckin seagull up in Francisco im up in a Regal, still in my pea coat murder's what she wrote,
is murder, murder, my mind state Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate All I see is murder, murder, my mind state Murder, murder, murder
sin What the fuck you drink? Thinkin' I can't write these raps in the Lions' Den When I hear that you lyin', then? It's murder, she wrote, ain't no hope
, the tricks "Protect yourself against FADES: Falsely Acquired Diluted Education Syndrome" [Money B] When it goes down you don't get burnt you get smoked What up, Doc? Murder she wrote
Niggas would die for this shit It's time to play, check it out Ayo, sit back, smoke a joke, it's over you wrote This is pure provoke murder, it's over she wrote
t come round The main hoes that talk down, most friends turn to foes That's just the way it go down, that's why I stay blowing pounds Cause Mary Jane don't change she
, big hole in his nose, wind blows Heard he was Moe, and showed how he rolled Peter Pan's the man, he heard Grammy was blood-ed She shot Ms. Piggy, she
cords cut motherfucker Wavin' the four-four I'm headless nigga, but I packs a big piece Blastin', they let assassins loose on the street Murderous notes I wrote
on cue, totin a gun Action! forty-five colt bolt, it gets messy Then copycat murders flow to joe schmoe pesci Then the ladies, sex, to the break of dawn and Another quaalude, and she
' (that's right) And you know me, from makin niggaz so sick Floss in my 6 with the Lex on the wrist If it's Murder, you know She Wrote it (uh-huh)
my door down Sweat poor down my body roast from the heat So I soak my sheets, wake up shiverin' Pull my hoe close to me, she sexy Every night is
s right) And you know me, from makin niggaz so sick Floss in my 6 with the Lex on the wrist If it's Murder, you know She Wrote it (uh-huh) German
Red bandana wrapped around the chrome .44 Gun smokin' like Suge cigar Show me how you stunt you thrown outta movin' car If that thing come out, its murder she wrote