Testo Murder - Mack 10
Testo della canzone Murder (Mack 10), tratta dall'album Bang or Ball
Come on, come on
What, you don't know?
Come on, come on
Look, look
This beef done started, nigga, ain't no checkin' out now
I'ma bring it every day 'til I X you out, nah
See what that guerilla reppin' got you into
Some shit you can't handle, so nigga, fuck you
Wannabe gangsta, killer type nigga
Bet ya any money you gon' die tonight, nigga
You must don't know who you fuckin' with
Lil Turk, Young Thuggin' and the nigga Mack 10
I put your fam' in the yap, plays it raw
You'll do it to me, so I don't give a fuck
I'm a young nigga, but don't let the age fool ya
Two-double-0-1, that's the ones that'll do ya
Nigga follow you while I'm on the phone with him
What, he comin' this way? Watch how quick I split him
And when I shoot, nigga, look, shoot to kill
Call it a murder 'cause you ain't gon' live, nigga
Murder
Bloody, bloody murder
Murder
Nothin' but a killer
Yo, check me, uh, uh, uh
I'll make you disappear as if you dissolved
My problem solved is the.44 revolved
I'll squeeze, nigga, please, nigga
Shit, y'all could never fuck with none of these niggas
You know what's best for you? Homie, I feel you
I know you wanna be hard, but just know I'ma kill you
Bruh, you all on that rah-rah shit
And done fucked around and let me hit that la-la shit
Now I'm full of that water they call angel dust
And I ain't the one to be trustin', 'cause I feel like bustin'
I got hot hollows that'll run right through ya
If Lil' Wave don't kill you, then Turk gon' do you
So do the right thing, homie, get it understood
Keep your flag tucked in when you come in my hood
You would get a pass, but I'm known for set trippin'
Gotta dome ya, lil' daddy, 'cause you shouldn't've been slippin'
Murder
Bloody, bloody murder
Murder
Nothin' but a killer
Nigga, I got big nuts and I'll drop 'em quick
You could be big or small, you'll still get split
I got two nines that'll never get stuck
Sixteen a piece when beef gets fucked
Shit, and I'ma let loose, nigga, 'til you're cold and numb
I got a AK for ya and it came with a drum
That's a hundred rounder spittin', so please don't tempt me
To keep Busta bustin' 'til his bitch get empty
I don't rap this shit, I'm livin' it, nigga
And where I'm from, it always a killin', my nigga
Get it twisted if you want, dog, watch what happen
Won't live another day, 'cause Lil' Turk gon' nap him
Say, "Motherfuck him, Turk," and that's all I gotta say
If you don't get him in New Orleans, then I got him in
L.A. This Mack 10, nigga, and I'm all about killin'
Whether gang-related beefin' or over drug dealin'
Murder
Bloody, bloody murder
Murder
Nothin' but a killer
Murder
Bloody, bloody murder
Murder
Nothin' but a killer
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Writer(s): B. Thomas, Dedrick Rollins
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