Yeah, space rabbit, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I pray the chopper never jam on me Yeah, I pray the Lord put his hands on me Yeah, yeah, I pray the chopper never jam 30 30 in my hand, D and the check that got me cuffed on that Avalanche Nigga, ain't no solving no murders, welcome to murderland Bitch, I'm the murder man, pray the Lord put his hands on me And I know I took a risk, so this shit will not put my hands on me All my enemies watching, they blind blind on me They gon' end up one of them dead homies Cause I can niggas stand on it when it ain't the truth Pussy niggas ran on me when it's time to shoot Motherfucker friend, got them bitches out my crew I know you would fuck with me if I didn't have no loot Cause I'm the one that push the hard line Tell me what niggas know about hard time Empty stomach, give you the heart to go do a homicide Know some bitch niggas, they snitch niggas on my side Still a rich nigga with mob ties, cause nigga we was locked in Me and six of my niggas in one apartment We was pushing that molly powder and hard 10 Back when bitches, they used to play with my hard 10 Police might shoot me and kill me over my dark skin Man, this game got me dark hearted Smoke and drink like an alcoholic, don't get me started I thought we was gon' thug it out to the end But I guess that shit wasn't in the plans I pray this chopper never jam 30 30 in my hand, shoot him if he ain't DOA We shoot up the Avalanche This nigga ain't no solving no murder, we're gonna murder land Bullets through my shit, they might hit it, bitch, I'm the murder man Dead nigga put his hands on me I'ma pop another bottle and pour wine out for your dead homie Swear my friends turning fed on me Many pussy niggas might take the stand on me But how can niggas stand on it when it ain't the truth? Pussy niggas ran on me when it's time to shoot She think I'm a man, baby, I'm just knocking boots I know you wouldn't fuck with me if I didn't have no loot Cause I'm the one that push the hard line Tell me what bitches know about hard time Let me give you the heart to go do a homicide Know some bitch niggas and stitch niggas on my side Still a rich nigga with mob tie Cause niggas, we was locked in Me and six of my niggas in one apartment We was pushing that molly powder in R10 Back when bitches, they used to play with my heart then Police might shoot me and kill me over my dark skin Man, this game got me dark hearted Smoke and drink like an alcoholic, don't get me started I thought we was gonna thug it out to the end But I guess that shit wasn't in the plans I pray this chopper never jam I pray this chopper never jam Yeah, yeah I pray this chopper never jam on me Yeah, I pray the Lord put His hands on me I pray this chopper never jam I pray this chopper never jam I pray this chopper never jam on me I pray the Lord put His hands on me Yeah, yeah I pray the Lord put His hands on me