PSC - Murder Game lyrics

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PSC - Murder Game lyrics

[Intro] Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye / Sup mayne (x25) [Chorus] Wa**up k**a (s**a n***a where ya murder game at?) Wa**up k**a (s**a n***a where ya murda game at?) Wa**up k**a (s**a n***a where ya murder game at?) You talk that sh** better be about it b**h! [Verse 1: Big Kuntry King] Wa**up k**a (sup k**a) you don't wanna go there s**a n***a (s**a n***a) you don't wanna go there If you want it f** boy bust or motherf**in' move (If you want it f** boy bust or motherf**in' move.) He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap Put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that (He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap Put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that.) Hold up (Hold up.) Slow down (Slow down) Ho n***a (Ho n***a) Sit down (Sit down) If you think I'm a ho, if you think I'm a b**h Like Boosie and Webbie say you got me f**ed up If you think I'm a ho, if you think I'm a b**h Like Boosie and Webbie say, you got me f**ed up So k**a (so k**a) Slow down (slow down) Before you get put 6 feet down In the ground [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Mac Boney] Work somethin' (work somethin') Hurt somethin' (hurt somethin') Walk up on your victim and squirt somethin' (squirt somethin') Think I ain't got nuts to pull the trigger? You done lost your mind I walk up on you k**a co*ked can then release my 9 I'm tired of n***as thinkin' cuz I rap I'm not the same person I'll run up on you quick and bust yo sh**, live, right in person Think about these verses before you approach me with that misbehavin' Cuz I got sawed-off chop your 40 cal I got different flavors Center squad and Goon shoot up the room ain't no wakin' neighbors All my soldiers got revolvers, silence'em with baked potatoes f** a hata, hit your a** with hollows till your body Fall the impact of my 40 threw your skeleton into the wall I love action, bust a n***a with pistols and a**ault rifles My murder game is equal to the motherf**in' speed of lightning Young viking, hit a p**y n***a like I'm Mike Tyson So excitin', 4th of July fireworks when I start lightin' [Hook x2] [Verse 3: A.K.] It'll be a nationwide man hunt, why you piss my n***as off Why you piss my n***as off? Got to make you take a loss You talkin' but you ain't sayin nuttin' it's obvious that you fake and flawed Read'em like a book I'm about to rip his pages off Do it then, say you tough, do it then, you's a bluff Called it like I seen it you's a busta n***a, do it then Never lose my cool, wile out dude, and lose your limbs The weapon you choose to use, you're note gonna know what you gon' do it then You better slow ya roll slow ya roll slow ya roll Zone 1 Zone 4 drag his a** through the floor I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I'm a grown man, b**h I handle my business (I handle my business.) Campaignin', champagne rainin' need a blunt I got the purp I don't need a chump up in my face unless you wanna be hurt Get a grill (get a grill) get a grill (get a grill) Before I do I let it hit you off the real (off the real) [Hook] [Verse 4 T.I.] Hey here's a couple reasons why dissin' TIP ain't the thang to do 1. I ain't as lame as you, 2. I done slung more 'caine than you Three, I'm more of a G than all the n***as who hang wit you Four, When I show up your ho act like she never came wit you Drama I'm no stranger to All the n***as you brang wit you Lay out in the streets their body leakin' till the change to blue I'mma be the reason your mommy and daddy ashamed of you And why your cousins, brothers, and sisters don't even claim to you Pimp Squad Click punk b**h wanna plainer view? I'mma point this thang at you seconds before I bang at you Power and respect the money and fame's attainable We don't mix cuz G's and tricks ain't interchangeable I'mma bang it when my chamber full, long as it's a thang to pull Old ladies cryin' kids yellin' n***as sayin' uggghhh I play the game without a rule or a ref I'm hands on so when it's on I do it myself. (n***a) [Hook x2]

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