Murder Lyrics by Silkk The Shocker

Murder Lyrics

    Y'all niggaz ready for this silkk the shocker shit?
    (y'all niggaz out there bangin) switch! (claimin red and blue)
    Y'all niggaz bout it? nigga be a leader not a follower
    (my muthafuckin tru tatoo) uuunnnggghhh!

    Chorus (2x): murder, murder, murder, murder
    187, cause i don't give a fuck

    [silkk]
    Well, it's time to ride, slide
    Them niggaz that fucked up, they lucked up
    Seen them niggaz rollin in they cutlass
    I'm about act bad, no doubt, i'm a go in they house
    And if they home, i'm a blast, take them niggaz out
    Cause we be bout drama, no fuck that, we bout killin
    Drama, fuck 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 fuckin shame, i ain't gon be satisfied til i see blood, nigga
    What you think we was doin before we was rappin, we was drug dealers
    You think i'm a let this shit slide cause i done got fame
    Fuck the name, i can't have shit in this fuckin game
    Without niggaz tryin to test nuts, tryin to act bad
    I'm a fuck you nigga
    You gon have a closed casket and i'm gon crack yo mask
    You talkin shit, but, bitch, it's goin down
    See i was locked up for a second, but now i'm home now
    It's time for niggaz to get checked, they done pushed me to the limit
    I was a cool nigga, 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, killin mr. murder, mad
    Hustla, balla, mr. fuckin do-a-reporter
    Don't give a fuck about a bitch 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 killin
    They ban my videos from tv, they say they drug dealin
    Ice cream slangin,
    And if the radio don't play this gangsta shit, what are they thinkin?
    They could stop, a nigga from comin up
    They could stop a young nigga from makin big bucks
    Independent, and black owned
    But still got more money than al capone
    Y'all niggaz can't stop a killa,
    A murder, a hustla, fuck 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 muthafuckas like steven seagal
    Mr. killa, the ghetto kadofy
    And 187 on any nigga that try to stop me

    Chorus (2x)

    [big ed]
    Niggaz, 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 niggaz are always down for that who ride, i ride
    Creep with these killas 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 niggaz fallen and they can't get up
    You wants to fuck with this tru click and get ya khakis creased
    Get your shirt pressed and the bullets rip through yo chest
    Tru niggaz 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 nigga in my crew is bout it and we packin

    Chorus (2x)

    Ha ha. now y'all know. we run the muthafuckin streets.
    No limit. true to the game. silkk the shocker.
    This shit go out to all y'all gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches
    (soldiers) from richmond (atlanta) down south (alabama)
    To the east coast (to the west coast)
    To motherfuckin kentucky, missouri (to florida) to dallas (houston)
    To new orleans (austin, texas) to muthafuckin miami (d.c.) to
    Cinnicinnati (ohio) to d.c. (north carolina, south carolina) fuckin
    Baton rouge (oklahoma) mississippi (kansas city) lafayette (georgia,
    Seattle, washington) detroit (omaha, nebraska) chicago (phoenix)
    To all y'all muthafuckin ghetto (alberquerque) gangsta (indiana) real
    Niggaz and bitches (all y'all niggaz that's locked up) everywhere.
    Murder, murder, murder, murder. ha ha.
    But y'all niggaz betta watch y'all ass
    (watch y'all ass) so y'all won't get caught up in motherfuckin 187
    (a 187)
    Cause every nigga i know is bout it (bout it!)
    Nigga that mean don't trust nobody (these niggaz rowdy)
    Cause the sreets is real. believe that.

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