Hangmen 3 - Follow Me (to Murder) lyrics

Chorus: (Benzino) Come with me lets (Murder) Follow me to (Murder) Come with me lets (Murder) Follow me to (Murder) La la la la la la la (Murder) La la la la la la la (Murder) (Mr. Gzus) It's a thrill to me that you n***as want to k** me I think you all know this saga They mad cause they wish they had the sh** that I had I'm f**ing there babies moma My soldiers salute with their guns high Aim and they'll shoot you with one try I never understood why, n***as snitch and b**hes lie How a motherf**er gonna testify When he's doing the same sh** that I'm doing? Yap to the feds for a little bit of bread Now The whole f**ing game is ruined A lot of these n***as are two faced They need to use glue for they tooth paste They better strap up or get their boots laced Or get victim of a 44 shell case Your b**h said she like the way my dick taste Now the hoe back up in your face To the rules of the game you're a disgrace Never trust no b**h in the first place Me and Big Sco came to blast these hoes' Who can't keep sh** on the hush When we come, guns bust Ruckus hit the dust, it's only us Chorus: (Big Sco) These n***as want drama? Who the f** these busta testing Bout to teach em a lesson, when I get to blesson Wit the motherf**ing smith & wesson No question let me make one suggestion Don't f** around with a n***a that you can't f** with Cause I buck quick what's wrong dog? You mad at me cause your b**h s** dick Just duck quick cause when I let that thing off When I break it off ring it off it's over with Busting nuts I'm all over the shoulder sh** You can't f** with a n***a y'all know this sh** is on Some popo sh** but when it comes to me I don't know no sh** You got to go b**h gotta find a big ditch for a b**h snitch Hit the n***a with 6 in the mix Ima fix the mother f**er cause he a big b**h Swiftly hit the n***a with the fifty caliber Challenger, I'm a damage ya, you a amateur I got stamina, k** a n***a put it on camera f** around I'll have to handle ya, dismantle ya, ha This what I do to a enemy Split a motherf**ers head like Kennedy f** y'all, don't you know its ten of me So don't pretend to be no friend to me Big guns those things are like kin to me Simply I bust and the ones I can't touch Well put it like this, them b**hes get f**ed, my dick get s**ed Y'all can't f** with us Listen you don't wanna bang with me hang with me n***a, throw them things With me Big Rosco, cool Gzus, g-pack Wiseguys Made Men, and the Hangmen 3 Chorus: (Murder) 3x Follow me to (murder) La la la la la la la Chorus: