Record Label Murder - Paris

Verse 1: 
Now what would you do if I blast 
All up in your shit  mother fuck the whole staff 
Niggas non flow  nine millimeter ?shit than slug? 
I'm seeing bloody bodies on the motherfucking rug 
6 O'clock be the time  if it's on  let it be 
You see it in my eyes  ?riding boo  hella deep sea? 
But you ain't gone do me like you did the lenchmob 
I'm decorated in this game  I played too motherfucking long 
Now  I ain't gotta name nobody name 
All I'm knowing is the whole fucking roster is complaining 
Talking 'bout these white boys trying to do promotions 
And white bitches trying to get fuck by these soldiers 
Fucking wit that slang like you down but now hold on 
Seen that ass enough to get your devil ass stoled on 
Fucking wit the wrong nigga, playing wit my cash 
I'm known for putting devils on they motherfucking back 
Blast through the front door, what the fuck, I'm 'posed to talk 
Fuck court, I'll be a dead nigga 'fore you walk 
Blaow, now the nine had no motherfuckng mercy 
So who the sexy nigga, bitch, record label murder 

Chorus: (girl sings in background) 
Now we feel free to start some shit 
Motherfucker shoulda quit 
Out for each and every dime, seem like every time 
I turn around, some jacky motherfucker trying to take what's mine 
Got the whole fucking clique 
Now we fit to start some shit 
Got these niggas out the zoo for the job 
Bow down or motherfucker you can die when we start robbing 

Verse 2: 
So many times I've seen these niggas fucked up out they chips 
'Cause they didn't know the game, only making 10 percent 
Dealing wit these fucking jews, now you losing everytime 
How many platinum niggas standing in the county line 
Make you w