Big Ed - Murder lyrics

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Big Ed - Murder lyrics

Artist: Silkk f/ Big Ed, Master P Album: Silkk the Shocker Song: Murder Y'all n***as ready for this Silkk the Shocker sh**? (Y'all n***as out there bangin) Switch! (claimin red and blue) Y'all n***as bout it? n***a be a leader not a follower (my muthaf**in TRU tatoo) Uuunnnggghhh! Chorus (2X): Murder, murder, murder, murder 187, cause I don't give a f** [Silkk] Well, it's time to ride, slide Them n***as that f**ed up, they lucked up Seen them n***as rollin in they cutla** I'm about act bad, no doubt, I'm a go in they house And if they home, I'm a blast, take them n***as out Cause we be bout drama, no f** that, we bout k**in Drama, f** all that, stay real when it's time to peel Caps, no doubt, hah I check the house Cause I ain't gon be satisfied till all ya'll stressed out That's a f**in shame, I ain't gon be satisfied til I see blood, n***a What you think we was doin before we was rappin, we was drug dealers You think I'm a let this sh** slide cause I done got fame f** the name, I can't have sh** in this f**in game Without n***as tryin to test nuts, tryin to act bad I'm a f** you n***a You gon have a closed casket and I'm gon crack yo mask You talkin sh**, but, b**h, it's goin down See I was locked up for a second, but now I'm home now It's time for n***as to get checked, they done pushed me to the limit I was a cool n***a, but now, it's only the beginnin It's time to ride, when it's time to slide, you die No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes Chorus (2X) [Master P] Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just like a hurricane Choo-choo, shootin brains, k**in Mr. Murder, mad Hustla, balla, Mr. f**in Do-a-reporter Don't give a f** about a b**h or a balla Break me off proper, gun in that doctor Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder Down South hustla, West Coast ruler 3rd Ward villian, I'm in the k**in They ban my videos from TV, they say they drug dealin Ice cream slangin And if the radio don't play this gangsta sh**, what are they thinkin? They could stop, a n***a from comin up They could stop a young n***a from makin big bucks Independent, and black owned But still got more money than Al Capone Y'all n***as can't stop a k**a A murder, a hustla, f** it, a drug deala But if they shoot, did up with police Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East And call me Mr. Paul Cause I be smokin muthaf**as like Steven Seagal Mr. k**a, the ghetto Kadofy And 187 on any n***a that try to stop me Chorus (2X) [Big Ed] n***as, they want to start some stack But if they stack then let it be started And at your funeral, I want to here em say dearly departed Because I got it on my mind and on my mind I got's it When I pop ya with this heart rock Make your heart stop cause I'm bout it Jack you like a New Jersey drive My n***as are always down for that who ride, I ride Creep with these k**as on our tippy tippy toes See the barrel knows where the bullet go And then we smash off in that 4 by 4 See we rolled on ya set and then bucked A bunch of n***as fallen and they can't get up You wants to f** with this TRU click and get ya khakis creased Get your shirt pressed and the bullets rip through yo chest TRU n***as don't fall, fool, we to busy flossin It might be your ho we tossin Step to us and we make ya hits like Michael Jackson Cause every n***a in my crew is bout it and we packin Chorus (2X) Ha ha. Now y'all know. We run the muthaf**in streets No Limit. True to the game. Silkk the Shocker This sh** go out to all y'all gangsta n***as and gangsta b**hes (soldiers) from Richmond (Atlanta) Down South (Alabama) To the East Coast (to the West Coast) To motherf**in Kentucky, Missouri (to Florida) to Dallas (Houston) To New Orleans (Austin, Texas) to muthaf**in Miami (D.C.) to Cinnicinnati (Ohio) to D.C. (North Carolina, South Carolina) f**in Baton Rouge (Oklahoma) Mississippi (Kansas City) Lafayette (Georgia Seattle, Washington) Detroit (Omaha, Nebraska) Chicago (Phoenix) To all y'all muthaf**in ghetto (Alberquerque) gangsta (Indiana) real n***as and b**hes (all y'all n***as that's locked up) everywhere Murder, murder, murder, murder. Ha ha But y'all n***as betta watch y'all a** (watch y'all a**) so y'all won't get caught up in motherf**in 187 (a 187) Cause every n***a I know is bout it (Bout it!) n***a that mean don't trust nobody (these n***as rowdy) Cause the sreets is real. Believe that

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