Lyrics:
off, Mr. Clean
Why the fuck you think they call my little brother Guillotine?
I bet she give me top though
Just 'cause I'm the top dog
This pussy is
a rhino pill ready to get my rocks off
My watch cost fifty bands and I still don't have time for you fuckboys, pussyclaat
The casualties you will suffer
nigga (Look!)
Let 'em (Look!) know your (Look!) background!
Let 'em know how you've been for a while
All I was taught was murder murder
Kill
'm cross examinin' for the case
Yeah I testify your honor, it was death by dishonor
It was a crime committed, I swear to you I know who did it
It
a ghetto star, a drop top double-R is what I'm ridin'
Nigga, if you was half the man your bitch was
Bring yo' artillery when you come for me, 'cause we
a ghetto star, a drop top double-R is what I'm ridin'
Nigga, if you was half the man your bitch was
Bring yo' artillery when you come for me, 'cause we
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
intellectual
Not checking for the fame although it's perpetual
I enter the world the same way I'll exit
If you really think the groove, then hey, glad you
thug force don't need to beg I'm comin' prepared.
Strat, strat ride got dat gat right at your mind,
We ready to put that murder on you, on
You
a ride
They might catch you by surprise if you let 'em slide
But if you're built for this shit then you might survive
Guess I'll see you when you wake
lobs
Call me, try to shoot you, bet I miss your ass in danger
Lil' clique gettin' into the chamber like the Long Ranger
Mr. Mr. Cop, I mean Mr. fuckin'
Excuse me Mr.
Do you have the time
Or are you so important
That it stands still for you
Excuse me Mr. won't you
Lend me your ear
Or are you not only
heat under your hilfiger
I bet you knew that was a nigga
When you least expect it, come and get ya
Now picture I'm up and ready for the bastard
I was too
talkin' about rumors
I heard that Lil' Rob and Shadow weren't always the best of friends
So Shadow can you clear that up for us and tell us what's really
!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Coming at you murderous
I'll hit you with the art of war
Collecting all
Don't fuck with the Queen
What's up Miami?
Are you ready, for my bad ass bitches tonight?
Oops, I guess I shot ya
My finger's on the trigger
I
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
in my Glock I'm
Trying to bend something
I could murder these niggas
Like I'mma win something
But they don't make war for that
There's friends with
trying to kill
And uh, niggas like me used to slang birdies
Before niggas like me was into are-A-P
You see niggas like me ball wit nuthin but
Murder!
I don’t believe you, murder!
Fuck around and leave you, murder!
I don’t believe you
Murder, murder!
Your life’s on the line.
Murder!
I don’t
(Bongo by the way)
Pray for my enemies
Lord, I need clarity (uh)
They ain't got empathy for me
They stare at me (what?)
They use my couch when
Uh, ah, da
(Are you ready for this) Err
The Ice Cream Man
(Are you ready for this)
It's bad like my high
(Are you ready for this)
ERRR, my No
(Are you ready for this) Err
The Ice Cream Man
(Are you ready for this)
It's bad like my high
(Are you ready for this)
My No Limit Soldiers,
with me
By the looks I got ya shook up and scared of me
Buckle your seat belt, it's time for takeoff
I don't think you're ready for this jelly
I
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