Big k** - Murda Dem lyrics

[Intro] (That motherf**er's gone, he's not comin back B I laid the murder game down, let n***as know we not f**ing around man sh**'s cool yo) [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Woke up on some bullsh**, think I'm finna rob me a rapper Showed up fifty deep, better show then kidnap his a** right after And n***as don't be doin that at parties in my city cause that sh** might happen East side G.I clique f** n***a we body snatchers Shout ma n***a T-mac, wigs comin in, can't relax n***a took a trip today, twenty freaks in the room on the beach, you believe that? Dope in my cup so a n***a bout to lean back Big b**h finna fire the weed up, another b**h finna throw the dope on Whip it up and scoop it like snowcones Feel like tony when he stepped outside, and looked at the blimp They say what, just say f** em, shake these weak n***as off your dick I'm the first n***a from the G to flip this street sh** legit Before I met that n***a snow I was thuggin and trained to go (it's gangsta gibbs) [Hook: Freddie Gibbs] It's murder, it's murder, it's murder, it's murder (x4) [Verse 2: G.I. Fleezy] I put my name out in the streets They already know not to f** with a n***a like me, don't even blink Chop em with that fire like fourth of July when you seen, can't nobody breathe Won't nobody eat if they don't get it all from me so we believe in giving back That's just to ashes that's a fact So lot of pressure better measure a rich n***a right where he at One keg note, two pop off, three ransack, this fit the crime, of a real n***a that's gunning for a n***a that's tryin to run up and try and come take mine Don't fake dying, get the job done Don't play blind, take all of em We saw love, and they saw something Cleaned up when they think all done I'm bout mine, you bout yours, that's a real n***as connect Don't do the crime, ain't bout the life, that's a f** n***a ejected, murder [Hook] [Verse 3: Big k**] Murder, Murder, Murder my n***a that's all she f**ing wrote Riding down 9-65 blowing on that purple smoke Pounds in the back, ? on my lap, I got these n***as hating dog n***as hating on Big k** and I don't even know Restfully, I do my thing when I'm in that f**ing trap This lifestyle here I chose your b**h, but n***a we live this rap You better sit yo punk a** back, before yo a** gets clapped This 2-2-3 will chop yo a** down… ? My G.I. n***as shifting their sh**, in and out of town I'll f** yo b**h and hit me a lick, for lights and f**ing pounds I'll show up at yo mof**ing door, we bout to shut sh** down We put them hoes face down on the floor, but we don't f** around It's k** [Hook]