Murda Man - Intellectual

[Intro: Chris Warren]

D-Generation X

D-Generation

I’ll knock your fucking head off your shoulders bitch watch your mouth

You’ll think we with the secret service the way we finna watch your house

Took the sneak-in through a nigga front lawn like it's foxes 'round

Throw 62 grams in a pot I’m finna lock it down

He used to be the man in the spot then they shot him down

I’m balling slide foreign niggas trying to knock me out of bounds

The block hot them niggas dropping they looking for me I'm not around

They pouring liquor at that nigga grave site go ahead pop it now

I might slide out to Philly get some smack from my brother Quanny

I came hеre high as shit I just smacked up another Johnny

Button on thе back of my G-Lock I feel like Trump and them

You a pussy rapping ass nigga like “Lil Pump” and them

Cuz’ be whooping your ass until you blue I’m still jumping in

Bitch I'm Ox with that Drake who the fuck wan' rump with this?

If you ain’t gon’ shoot get out the mother fucking wheel I’m on some other shit

I don’t know you I’ll gun your ass down watch who you fucking with

Jumping out hit everybody fuck it

Jumping out that car hit everybody that’s on that fucking block

A hollow hit him dead in the face we left before he dropped

Told cuz’ “You gon’ get another chain you get another opp”

“He said I already got two chains now I want a watch”

We the ones that got the murder rate times ten in this bitch

Drop a diss song if you want then we spinning your shit

It’s a drum on the Drac bitch you know how many fit in this?

I don’t give a fuck who started what me and my niggas come to finish it

I jump out that car like I ain’t got it in my name

He was icy as a bitch until we shot him out his chain

They say “I be talking crazy” you better know it ain’t a game

5.56 bullets blow a nigga out the frame

I’m the smack man, the murder man, the dog man the top one

A real mother fucking gangster around here you not one

I make the call and get you whacked

I walk a nigga down myself

It’s something big bulging off my waist but that’s not my belt

Brodie got hit five times in his gut I don’t know how he felt

They jump out the car broad day and hit him while his baby mama was there

Ain’t no rules in this shit nigga you know we come wiping shit

I was in the trap breaking slabs I don’t know nothing about swiping shit

AP on my wrist but little cuz will give his life for this

I only fuck cause she your BM nigga I don’t even like the bitch