[Intro: 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 n***a 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 n***a down on McLemore
Pimpin' n***a 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 n***a did a murder in the first degree
I ain't goin, got a bitch doin', 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 n***a 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, eyes so blinked, probably so
But I know a n***a 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 n***a 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: Tommy Wright III]
I gotta take a chance, I can't my frustration in
Watchin' and scopin' them high cappin' n***as with cheese that be sellin' Ki's
N***as be sellin' and dealin', mane, I just be plottin' a stang up on on their ass
Lookin' for n***as with crispy bills but if they ain't crips I shoot to kill
Comin' and flippin' then whoopin', then scrappin', I'm dumpin' you bitches off into the ditch
N***as be talkin' 'bout Tommy Wright but them hoes be scared, put up a fight
Steppin' up outta the car with the chrome tone by my side
C to the back, jumped out with the Gat, drop off your wallet, get back in the ride
Ballin' out to the crib, rollin' my papers, smokin' up on the dank
Tapin' my shade, ride to the bank lookin' for another them n***as to gank
Steppin' up outta the car, mane, these n***as they can't see me, G
Let's creep on they ass, I got the TEC, it's in the first degree

[Outro: Mac T-Dog & Killa-C]
Murder in the first degree
Murder in the first degree
Madman killer on the run with the gun, G