Lyrics:
T Crooked R-U
I Like Dat G Dinero
Yeah that's for all dem ol' fake ass bitch ass niggas out dere
Walkin' the street ya heard me
They got bitch ass niggas in
' bitch?
Need two life jackets, Lil' bitch
I ain't gon' hold you, I
Ain't gon' press you, Never control you
I ain't gon' front you, keep it 100
I don't know
Murder
Murder
Murder
Now oh ba ba bada do-oh dow
Drugs and sex oh ba ba bada do-oh dow
Good times are ready right now, now, now, now, now
site
I'll punish you for yo sins
I'm Frank Castle on that mic
I'll murder you with a grin
Then say "Well, serves your ass right!"
When they ask where
been ready for war we are
The motherfuckers on the street with the heat
Knockin' them hoes off they feet
Say boy it's a jungle out there
Get a couple
peace a real warrior
Nigga been ready for war we are
The motherfuckers on the street with the heat
Knockin' them hoes off they feet
Say boy it's
(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,
to be ready)
Do you want to lose hait for love? (Yes)
Do you want to see these gates above? (Yes)
I said people are you ready?
(Yes, we're ready)
But
get slammed
Popping verses like your
Hoes pop pussy smoking purple
Got it by the pound I'm the big dog
Around down south got
The juice I got love
For
And I couldn't sell out my ci-ty,
Murder now to come up, move,
Bone'll be bringin' that city, wit me pin me,
Nigga, this the team, by the way, don't
soul bros, ready to rode a starship
Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless
I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that
Wanna ban
nasty)
Said you wanna get freaky
But are you ready to get sweaty (HUH! SO KEEP IT GOIN')
You can come play for awhile, for awhile, for awhile
Girl I
(brrr)
Hold on lil bitch, which one you workin? (hold on)
I just spent a couple bands on that Birkin (money)
Don't ever front or touch [?] a surgeon
the art of graffiti
I think I'm tougher than any
My attitude is s***ty
Born in the dope fiends titty
And every city you'll find me
Looking for trouble
to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging
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
R.I.P to my lil' nigga Snupe
Yeah, we the realest niggas in this shit
Pulling live out of Philly
Young nigga love popping bad bitches
fiend's titty, huh
In every city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, knahmean?
I hit the scene niggas
ass niggas don't bark at me
Itz da big dog, call me Mr. Orca please
Turn your block into a restaurant
Order and leave
What are u havin? Organs please!
Yeah, they call me Mr. Lonely
You can see me but never know me
I got two friends, they're my homies
'Cause my left and my right are my only way to go
mama, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo
Murder, murder was the case that they gave me
Murder, murder was the case that they gave me
Murder, murder was
mama, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo
Murder, murder was the case that they gave me
Murder, murder was the case that they gave me
Murder, murder was
city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?
I hit the scene, niggas ducking from my
I'ma tell you a story at the
End is where is begins
Two men walkin' down the street with
Pistols gripped to their hands
Murder on their mind it's
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