Lyrics:
girls and
Bring 'em to me
If you fuckin' with me
Really fuckin' with me
You'll let her put her hands in your pants
Be my little freak (yeah)
Be my
a murder show
I don't speak on shit I can't back up
Ain't gotta get full of shit for me to act up
Same niggas in your face, on your dick
Got they hands
bullshittin'
AR hit your truck, got your hood flippin'
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
Yeah, and I be right where I am, mister
Me and my damn
bullshittin'
AR hit your truck, got your hood flippin'
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
Yeah, and I be right where I am, mister
Me and my damn
year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
[Verse One]
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder
never in it for the money like a gold digger
Every time my daddy call me he be like, "Ayo nigga, where the money at?"
Now that's what he say, little boy
on you bitch, I got a tiptoe
Fuckin' on your crib, got a tiptoe
I know where you live, better think slow
Got the murder piece in my right hand
Got
me, I'm throwin' the dirt on your name
33 ways, it never will change, everything stayin' the same
33 ways, to murder the game
I am just doin' my thing
(Puff puff)
Till my lung collapse, what's wrong with that?
You hypocrite, just a little bit you know you down with it
It's all good in your hood
murder them you know
By his grace never move on slow
You know mans on the red and he keeping up nice to the flow when he rams for a show
When I pull up
rae, me, but we don't sing, motherfuckers
So Murder Inc, do your thing, motherfuckers
You unleashed on a team
Who expects nothin' less than R&B coming
(blat)
Put five bands on your lip (blat, blat, blat)
You better nip it in the bud like a chip (nip it in the bud)
Little red robbin' nigga, do it (do
the fact that you'll be choking
No childish little bally play
Chop your limbs leave you in an alleyway
You get all the smoke I don't mean a Cali wave
Drop
(Steven Dorff/Milton Brown)
I'm waiting for the pain to go away
I though maybe that this would be the day
At noon I tried a little smile
Then I
I thought you kissed her
Cut off your hands if I thought you touched her
This can go no further or there'll be blue murder
Confronted by your
(Murda)
Murda murder murda mixer tang
The one hidin' out, posing shame
That's a lot of rage
We flood fire
Outwear gear worn indoor
Willingly hands
Murder reflection of demise you see a murderer
Murder stay low can't make you cry despise a murderer
Murder she look into my eyes and see a murderer
gun
This little girl is capable of murder
'Cause you hurt her
My hands are clean
Not yet a killer
Ain't I your queen
And did you tell her
Stop my flight to fight
And die
And take a stand to change my life
So savage with red desperation
I clench my hands
You draw your claws
Don't want to leave you empty-handed
Well, I agree that wouldn't be fair
Take along a little something to remember me by
A little something to show
bandana legit
My uncle told me before he died, "Just keep your hand on the brick"
So I did
Sell every chicken that a nigga had in stock, yes I did
Can't breathe
Feels like I'm underwater
Can't sleep
Too much paranoia
Too deep
Feel what I don't wanna
Rest in peace
I'm screaming bloody murder
at night
We Hoo Bang, bitch, so heed your fuckin warning
(Hoo-Bang' all day nigga)
We murder niggas at night
And in the morning
We catch fools sleepin'
time will tell]
Come look deeply in my eyes
These are the days of our lives
See the murder mold our lives
[Layzie: See the murder mold]
These are
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