Текст песни Murder on My Mind (Three 6 Mafia) с переводом

Yeah! Yeah! You already know! Yessirr!

Bone Thug is in the building! Da Mafia 6ix up in here!

Put your motherfucking lighters in the air! Yeah

Fully automatic bitch I put a bullet in your head

It’s bout to go down, the world been waitin' on this!

Mafia 6ix, Bone, SpaceGhostPurrp, JGRXXN, let’s go!

Murder on my fucking mind, I think about it all the time

Murder on my fucking mind, I think about it all the time

Gone up off that shit my nigga, don’t you know I’m fucked up?

Run up on you with that nine, I don’t fuck with bustas

Gone up off that shit my nigga, don’t you know I’m fucked up?

Run up on you with that nine, I don’t fuck with bustas

Gone up off that shit my nigga, don’t you know I’m fucked up?

Run up on you with that nine, I don’t fuck with bustas

Gone up off that shit my nigga, don’t you know I’m fucked up?

Run up on you with that nine, I don’t fuck with bustas

I got Glocks, Tec-9's

Shoot you in your motherfucking face

These haters better run

Cause I’m gunning automatic with a extra clip on my waist

These niggas 'bout to beat it

Chop 'em with the choppa, get the chalk up in the body bag

Body bag, body bag, we some hood niggas, we ain’t got a body bag

Put his ass in a motherfucking Glad bag

To be honest I’m really glad his ass dead

'Bout to go and do the same to his mom and dad

Ring the door bell, like I got somethin' to tell

'Soon as they answer send their ass straight to hell

They ain’t had shit to do with it, oh well!

But bitch shoot up your jaws that ain’t fucking tell

If I’m mad at one than I’m grabbing my gun

Ain’t no motherfuckin' body gon' be found

Gone up off that shit my nigga, don’t you know I’m fucked up?

Run up on you with that nine, I don’t fuck with bustas

Gone up off that shit my nigga, don’t you know I’m fucked up?

Run up on you with that nine, I don’t fuck with bustas

Gone up off that shit my nigga, don’t you know I’m fucked up?

Run up on you with that nine, I don’t fuck with bustas

Gone up off that shit my nigga, don’t you know I’m fucked up?

Run up on you with that nine, I don’t fuck with bustas

Half of these niggas they don’t put in any rhyme

Laugh at these niggas, they don’t put in any time

Put a foot up in yo ass, I put a gun in every line

Fully automatic steppin' to the static every time

Take you niggas every time, subliminal the criminal

When everybody dies, see the spirit with his spine

If the spirit should be mine, I’mma fight up in this mothafucka

Riot in this mothafucka, killing every enemy I see

Gimme my nine, hit 'em with the kinda little bullets that’ll duck you from the

bridges to the pond

From the fence to the zig zag line

Get intense, I’m relentless, I put a bullet in his mind

Not a bully but I’m tough from the grit and the grime

Niggas slick, niggas slime, niggas crip, they can die

With a kill switch, kill shit, how you wanna deal with it?

Elevated, come in that motherfucker for real with it

Gone up off that shit my nigga, don’t you know I’m fucked up?

Run up on you with that nine, I don’t fuck with bustas

Gone up off that shit my nigga, don’t you know I’m fucked up?

Run up on you with that nine, I don’t fuck with bustas

Gone up off that shit my nigga, don’t you know I’m fucked up?

Run up on you with that nine, I don’t fuck with bustas

Gone up off that shit my nigga, don’t you know I’m fucked up?

Run up on you with that nine, I don’t fuck with bustas

Bitches better duck from the buckin' of the double barrel pump

Plus a trunk for a nigga that’ll slip

Niggas know the business when I’m all in Memphis

Never love a rookie sucker, take a nigga grip when I rip

Ain’t that right? Skinny Pimp told you hoes before

Crazy as a motherfucker, nigga you ain’t know?

You better ask the last fuck bitch

Then I catch a charge, kickin' her down

Yeah straight through the floor

Kill, first forty-eight all up in my mind

666, see it all up in the sky

SpaceGhostPurrp all black on with the mask on

You can tell a killer lookin' in his eyes

Mafia 6ix with the Evil shit

Burn a nigga body, drop it in a ditch

Ain’t no way you can win when the devil walks in

Devil’s daughter yeah I’m up in this bitch

Police don’t wanna hear a pin drop

Make yo feds come flash mob

Make this to a murder plot

We back up in that hoe, we fuck yo God

Pray to your faith with yo Christ mane

Got me bored in the psychoward daily

Hitlist: Legion, Lucifer, Satan

Koop got to kill you bitches, Christian shizzit breaks my heart

Got him lookin' distraught then I’m robbing everything he owns

Money owed, so it’s murder on my mind

Finger itchin' on the trigger of my nine millimeter

I’m a killer if the murder make me richer

You’ll for certain be the victim if it make a nigga skrilla, gorilla

Hit you with the guerrilla crimes

I haven’t ever really been a friend of mine

Hustle hard through the fall, spring, summer, winter time

Sip a lotta Henn', hit the weed, sniff a line

Now I’m ready, let’s go

Now I’m on my Superman grind

Money burstin' out the pocket so my heater may shine

But let’s face it, every time a nigga made it

You got the jealous tryna to take it

So you gotta sucker shake it, shake 'em off

Finna stay strapped? You may have to break 'em off

Wanna play Bone? Somebody gotta pay the cost

Gotta get mine, I can’t afford to take a loss

Even if that means it’s murder when come on the scene

And set fire at the party, everybody can bleed

They can die, they can die

They can die, they can die, die

It’s like I bit 'em and put venom in 'em

And then I’m on a nigga, kill 'em till I’m finished with 'em

Finished with 'em

One for the gun, two for redruM, murder

Three, see them bleed

Four, never coming back no more, more, more

He dead, he dead, he dead

He never coming back no more, more, more

This is your life, we will not let you breathe no more

RedruM, redruM, redruM

RedruM, redruM, redruM

Six hundred and sixty six, six hundred and sixty six

Six hundred and 666, six hundred and 666

Six hundred and 666, six hundred and 666

Six hundred and 666, six hundred and 666, yeah!