Mc Eiht - Must Be Murder lyrics

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Mc Eiht - Must Be Murder lyrics

Geah Yo, hoo-bangin' n***as offcials for the year 2g I want y'all n***as to say hello to the bad n***a, uh Hoo-bangin', what's up Geah Ya know this ??? muthaf**a's life ain't sh** Right here Creepin' up on your a** For the year 2g Must be murder Nighttime vision, my hot nine catching you while you sleep It's critical n***a, it's too deep f**, your talk is cheap, paid to sweep Ya know this k**a n***a from the west side of the street Old school fool, pack choose the rules Confrontation, confront blazing tool My mighty black sword is ready to duel No sympathy when punishment's include Back the f** up, n***as, i act up Homerun-hitter, the quick nine-spitter When my mind starts playing tricks and flashbacks Of seein p**no flicks, done criminal acts Y'all ain't touching my squad Run the whole yard, anybody disguised, pulling your card Mock my life, n***a, it's too hard Ready for battle in the streets, you get scarred Must - be murder Hoo-bangin' for life ain't no joke Must be murder Reppin' the west, so watch the gun smoke I know my momma be praying her lord save me I bail the street with the strap, the homie daily You're crazy, y'all ain't from my spot, so push Before your dead body's recovered, multiple shots You speak by your weak position, thinkin' you're strong You're wrong, n***a, watch my k**a ambition Touch ya, hoo-bang n***as who ride Who roll on your side ready to die Who lights up your life with hot flames Real straight game, thug life's the game Gettin' it, never pretending since the beginning n***as like me keeps the world spinnin' I ain't done yet, enemies don't tempt me Unload episodes until my clip empty Y'all ain't gettin' the front line Your front line, you can save conversation with my nine Chorus... Criminal mind, but this time a west coast loc Can't stand a compton n***a slangin' slugs like f**in coke Money made the illegal way, i roll the regal way Brown paper bag full of baggies to maintain Just can't stay away from hood n***as Hood b**hes, hood towns and hood sounds f** anybody who disrespect get chin-checked Fly like a eagle, the hollows hit the deck Expect the worst in the hood if you gon' kick it Doors open, murder show, go get your ticket Sly, slick and wicked, bullets ready to rico- Chet off your body, they toe tag, they stick it The guns ready to straight catch ya Murder was the case, trying to hide my face Evil as they come I clicks the f**in' nine gun, y'all fools best to run Chorus... Geah Hoo-bangin's official You know how the f** we do it Real n***as In the y2k Doin' what the f** we gotta do Y'all n***as perpetrating You know, keep it thug over here You know, keep it thug right here, hoo-bangin' official Y'all n***as is just like us Real n***as on the block is how we keep it Never fakin' the funk 4-5's and 9's catchin' you, n***a Till the day we die, fool Geah Compton, n***a Geah

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