Murder One
Chinx Drugz Lyrics


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50 Cent Ayo Fif, I was thinking You should go back to doing…
50 Cent & Dj Drama Ayo Fif, I was thinking You should go back to doing…
50 Cent [feat. Eminem] Ayo Fif, I was thinking You should go back to doing…
Anti-Heros Here's the story of three punks with a burning desire,…
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony [Flesh N Bone] We in the last five days of these…
Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony [Flesh N Bone] We in the last five days of these…
DemonLord Now see through my eyes My secrets and lies The demons I…
Hermano Did you like, that you said I dont wanna be…
Hirax You see it on the news, it happens everyday. Propaganda mis…
Jungle Rot Murder in cold blood Spewing from your veins Evil to come he…
K.I. Savage 1K Sh*T N*gga, Yo B*tch Like It (Haaa, Gang) Couple bitches …
Kut-N-Kru [Flesh N Bone] We in the last five days of these…
Metallica One crown Shines on through the sound One crown Born to lose…
Silent Civilian We serve a power deep within our heart and soul Bleed…
The Wake Welcome how are you feeling today? What did you do yesterday…


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All I Know Keep my gangsta pimpin' on and on She ain't worried about…
All We Do Keep my gangsta pimpin' on and on She ain't worried about…
Bodies Brazil, Canary, young Ronaldo Miller convo, high with the s…
Coke Boy Knot Nigga walk up in the spot Wearing that same shit Jesus…
Feelings (Give a fuck about yo feelings) (Give a fuck about yo…
Feelings ft. French Montana (Give a fuck about yo feelings) (Give a fuck about yo…
Gon Lie Lil Durk I ain't gon' lie (I ain't gon' lie) …
Gon Lie ft. Lil Durk Lil Durk I ain't gon' lie (I ain't gon' lie) …
I'm a Coke Boy Nigga walk up in the spot Wearing that same shit Jesus…
I'm A Coke Boy ft French Montana Nigga walk up in the spot Wearing that same shit Jesus…
Intro And I had a dream About my old school And she was…
Knew Dat Chinx Nigga we share that bitch I thought you knew …
Let's Get it Young Thug Yeah, yea, thugging, thugger Stoners, ha…
Now or Never La musica de Harry Fraud Look, money bussin' out my pockets,…
Paper Chaser You be paper chasing, you got your block on fire Remaining…
Right There Donkey on her back side, she holdin' On that white liquor,…
Superlight Here me say You ain't going nowhere yet you feel you…
Talk To Me We start off on good note but then you draw…



What You see Feat ASAP Ferg Look at my wristwatch, what you call that? Slow down with…


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Marouane Sakhi

[Verse 1]
George of the jungle, lord of the bundles
Hit my youngin with the handoff, he won’t fumble
We that cocaine alumni, fresh up on the grad school
Drafted to the corner, chain might give me the motive
Verse 8, Chapter 12, Psalms 37
Evil get your [?], go and get the reverend
All them hustlers in that V, you hear the engine revving
I bet that chopper slump him over like the number seven
Who kept his own rappers out the cemetery?
Mashing on em’s number one on my itinerary
Money blocking my vision, I can't see the other side
Niggas blocking my digits, that's how motherfuckers die
Thirty thousand on that Audemar
Partying 'till the morning like I ain't got court tomorrow
Drugz, nigga, and you know that
Murder one when I'm around, lay 'em like a door mat

[Hook]
It's that murder one
Bullets hit your back, probably heard alum
Coke Boy, yeah, you heard of them
Don't talk, we be swerving on em
You don't even need a turban, get your head wrapped
You don't even need a turban, get your head wrapped
Yeah, it's that murder one, yeah, it's that murder one


[Verse 2]
I'm balling on point like a church steeple
They say you do your best business with the worst people
When you heavenly, god and none of these niggas can't reach you
I blame your OGs for what they didn't teach you
Never worry, this AK is my insurance
Hair trigger, when I tap it bullets flow like the current
Canaries on my wrist, emeralds in my chains
Y’all just little Indians, we Seminoles in the game
Shot five times ‘fore he even noticed
The fifth one hit his brain, [?] exploded
One eighty seven when we rolling
All we know is homicide, every nigga with me hold it
Killed him in Brooklyn, his family has gone bonkers
Body laid for twelve hours, the coroner was in Yonkers
My shooters put that work in, then they fade to black
Got on a vest and a ball cap, they gon’ aim for that



All comments from YouTube:

wilayahfaqih

one of the hardest street records I've ever heard.

Kayy Sensei

Still bumping in 2018 rip chinx drugz

Marouane Sakhi

[Verse 1]
George of the jungle, lord of the bundles
Hit my youngin with the handoff, he won’t fumble
We that cocaine alumni, fresh up on the grad school
Drafted to the corner, chain might give me the motive
Verse 8, Chapter 12, Psalms 37
Evil get your [?], go and get the reverend
All them hustlers in that V, you hear the engine revving
I bet that chopper slump him over like the number seven
Who kept his own rappers out the cemetery?
Mashing on em’s number one on my itinerary
Money blocking my vision, I can't see the other side
Niggas blocking my digits, that's how motherfuckers die
Thirty thousand on that Audemar
Partying 'till the morning like I ain't got court tomorrow
Drugz, nigga, and you know that
Murder one when I'm around, lay 'em like a door mat

[Hook]
It's that murder one
Bullets hit your back, probably heard alum
Coke Boy, yeah, you heard of them
Don't talk, we be swerving on em
You don't even need a turban, get your head wrapped
You don't even need a turban, get your head wrapped
Yeah, it's that murder one, yeah, it's that murder one


[Verse 2]
I'm balling on point like a church steeple
They say you do your best business with the worst people
When you heavenly, god and none of these niggas can't reach you
I blame your OGs for what they didn't teach you
Never worry, this AK is my insurance
Hair trigger, when I tap it bullets flow like the current
Canaries on my wrist, emeralds in my chains
Y’all just little Indians, we Seminoles in the game
Shot five times ‘fore he even noticed
The fifth one hit his brain, [?] exploded
One eighty seven when we rolling
All we know is homicide, every nigga with me hold it
Killed him in Brooklyn, his family has gone bonkers
Body laid for twelve hours, the coroner was in Yonkers
My shooters put that work in, then they fade to black
Got on a vest and a ball cap, they gon’ aim for that

WoLFMANJTV

"George of the Jungle, Lord of the Bundles, hit my youngin wit that handoff he wont fumble" I fuck with him regardless after that I dont even need to hear the rest of the song after that so ill

Ed Chapman

WoLFMANJTV
Verse 8, Chapter 12, Psalms 37
Either get your gun or go and get the reverend,
All them horses in the V, you hear the engine revving, I bet tha choppa slump em over like the number 7, who dug these old rappers out the cemetery, matching Audemars #1 on my itinerary.

John Doe

Rest In Paradise CHINX

Heed Jones

I need the other version features Dutch from Philly 🔥🔥🔥

Chinx #Yay Montana

forget all them haters talking the man was nice people need to realize they are other people in the world who are jealous and envious of you and your accomplishments rest in peace chinx may God bless your family and kids

dizzy brown

First song I heard from him like 2-3 years ago, and I started fucking with his shit

NSI NRV

Murda one and superlight My favorite bangaz from chinx
R.i.p

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