[Intro: Tommy Wright III]
Yeah, what's up?
This one man gang Tommy Wright up in this bitch
Send special shout out to my nigga, Lil' Ramsey and the Magnolia Crime Click
I'm finna bump some off my tape Ashes 2 Ashes, Dust 2 Dust
If you ain't already got it, you know I'm sayin'
Shout out to my neighborhood, Four Corners Pimpinville
Land of the trill
[Chorus: Mac T-Dog & Killa-C]
Murder in the first degree
Murder in the first degree
Madman killer on the run with the gun, G
[Verse 1: Mac T Dog & Killa-C]
Midnight time, time to do a crime on a sissy bitch
I got the TEC-9 in my hand, now you know Lil' T Dog finna click
Clicked up on the trick, I got the chicken in my brain cell
Blow a nigga ass off and send that sissy ho to hell
Glock in my motherfuckin' hand finna spray a bitch
Knock his head off, kickin' it with my nigga down on McLemore
Pimpin' nigga on the for real-ah, bitch, don't step too wrong, bitch
Cross my motherfuckin' path, watch your punk-ass be in a fuckin' ditch
Murder in the first degree for you hoes wanna violate
You can't run you sissy bitch 'cause I creep like a fuckin' snake
5-0 on my ass, gotta get away, G
Fuck this shit, I never go to jail for murder in the first degree
[Verse 2: Killa-C & Mac T Dog & Killa-C]
One time tryna do a creep up on the Killa-C
Thought they figured that a nigga did a murder in the first degree
I ain't goin, got a bitch hoin', fuck turn myself in to the feds
Got a sign, dead or alive, I guess they gon have to take me dead
Then I heard a knock up at the door, my mind was gone jone
Better make yourself known or I'm gonna pop this chrome
It's my nigga Mac T, what's up, have you heard, G
Word on the other side that I did a homicide
Mane, I'm havin' flashbacks
Did you pop 'em with the Gat?
All I 'member that I had the Glock and standin' on the track
Did you do it? I don't know
I was so blinked, probably so
But I know a nigga on the run from the 5-0
Packin' my chrome by my dick, jump in the chevy, ballin' quick
Gotta get about my killin' 'cause I need some cash, trick
Spot a nigga on the track, should I rob him all I can?
He tryna get his ass in, I might as well rob a bank
Run in the bank wit the MAC, stuck it up and got the cash
Jumped into the chevy fast, Mac T Dog punched the gas
He ain't shit to me because I'm down about my killin', G
Don't fuck with C, I'm down for the murder in the first degree
[Verse 3: Princess Loko]
Princess Loko's on a mission to pull a scheme upon a trick
Got the weapon, then I'm steppin' out the door to commence that killin', bitch
M-A-C-T-D-O-G got the tone so, ho, you know it's on
Violated this pimpin' left a hole up in your fuckin' dome
Chiefed a couple of sacks before we fell up on the killin' site
Goin' through the back so we won't get picked up by the motion light
Dodgin' bullets, duckin' and divin', runnin' and gunnin', sneakin' and creepin'
Look behind my back, I saw the motherfuckin' neighbors peak
Hearin' the sirens, watchin' the timin', it's comin' in real short
Kill my victim, 5-0 wrapped it, three days later, I'm up in court
When the session was over, the judge found the nigga not guilty
But I ain't fucked about it 5-0 tryin' to hunt me down, see
On a rampage out to kill another nigga on my path
Shanked that boy and took his shit, and split the coward boy in half
The narcs are knockin' at my door and windows lookin' for my ass
Try to hit the back door, got caught slippin', and didn't get away fast
Got one right behind me and another one comin' at me quick
Ran the other way, I jumped the fence, Loco ain't barrin' that shit
Ran to the corner liquor store and held 'em hostage for a while
Killed the baby bitch by suffocatin' her with a fuckin' towel
By the time I vamped the scene, they was outside with they fuckin' tone
Went back in the store and tried to use the motherfuckin' phone
The line was dead, damn, my nigga, I guess them cops got receipts
So now they got pinned up for murder in the first degree
[Verse 4: Tommy Wright III]
Tommy Wright, I creep at night, Posse deep is how I creep
Poppin' slugs, sellin' drugs, I ain't nothing' but a thug
Sellin' dope, I can't cope with my life
So I fight each and every day, to get paid money's gotta be made
Got a gun by my side, duck, If you see my ride
Last motherfucker that wanted to jump, mane, that nigga died
I ain't got no feelings, I be killin' with my Glock cocked
Neighbors peepin' while I'm creepin', fuck a neighborhood watch
Suicidal, homicidal, nigga, pass me my lighter
Blaze the laser, check my pager, put that bitch on vibrate
Gotta be quiet while I'm creepin' cause this shit is dangerous
If I get caught slippin' I might end up dead as a angel
So just stop anythin' from happenin' to me, mane
I watch my back closely to prevent a murder in the first degree
[Outro: Tommy Wright III, Mac T Dog & Killa-C]
Murder in the first degree
Murder in the first degree
Madman killer on the run with the gun, G
Murder in the first degree
Murder in the first degree
Madman killer on the run with the gun, G
Murder in the first degree
Murder in the first degree
Madman killer on the run with the gun, G
Murder in the first degree
Murder in the first degree
Madman killer on the run with the gun, G
Murder in the first degree
Murder in the first degree
Madman killer on the run with the gun, G
Murder in the first degree
Murder in the first degree
Madman killer on the run with the gun, G
Murder in the first degree
Murder in the first degree
Madman killer on the run with the gun, G
Murder in the first degree
Tommy Wright fucked up see
Laughin' ass nigga you need to quit playin', G
