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Murderer

by Mystikal


[Chorus Mystikal & Insane: repeat 2X]

[Insane] Guns murder niggas at night....
[Mystikal] Man, niggas even kill niggas at night
[Insane] Cops murder niggas at night...
[Mystikal] Iīll be fucked if Iīm gonna let them bitches murder mine!!!

[Mystikal]
Motherfuckin murderer....shot my fuckin brother
But when I find him, Iīm gone GET THAT MOTHERFUCKER!
He playin the role of one them niggas thatīs always talkin noise
Runnin INSIDE, talkin that shit, front of his fuckin boys
Fuck that, Iīm lockin that bolt back
Loadin that gat, here that glock come, [gunshot]
Outīcha fuckinī head... standin on the corner
Iīm peepin on ya, so I CAN CREEP UP ON YA!!!!
Calmin my nerves, get rid of these punks and stick em in my mind
You want it? Fine, I DONE REACHED FOR THAT NINE
Iīm gone do you in
Iīm tellin ya bitch you gone have to get up quick
And hit the bricks before I do you in
Two of your boys spied me comin
Them coward-hearted niggas started runnin
But not you though, you gots to play the hard role
Stop playin it up like a bone, BITCH I KNOW YOU ARE
Talkin head gonna put you on your deathbed
Just cuz you got a gat, thatīs just why you actin brave
Got a gat I got a GLOCK, whatīcha gone do?
Handle your business, DONīT LET YOUR BUSINESS HANDLE YOU!

[Chorus]

[Mystikal]
Pull your shirt down bitch
I know you got a gat, but I ainīt scared bout that bullshit
It donīt matter how many fuckin guns you got
The only thing that MATTER, is a nigga, to get the first shot
Cuz if I peep, that ass is fallin to the street
Bitch retreat or that ass is deeeeeeead meat
Smack your teeth, but Iīma knock you off your fuckin feet
They gone pick you up, piece-by-piece off that concrete street
When N.O. meet, who gives a fuck about a poor neat scene?
We got beef, so Iīma shootīcha like a FAKE BITCH
Let you know just who you fuckinī with
But I ainīt that type of nigga
thatīs liable to shoot you over no DUMB SHIT!
If Iīma pop ya, Iīma pop ya for just cause
you talk too much shit PLUS, you popped one of my boys
Gankin niggas Iīm gettin downright SCANDOLOUS!!!!
[gunfire] YOU CANīT HANDLE THIS!!!!
So when youīre out bitch, move or I wonīt step
Cuz if I catchīcha Iīma drill ya in your fuckin chest
I ainīt gone gone ride by and pop, cause I might miss
Iīma walk up to your FACE, Pop POINT BLANK BITCH!!!
Thatīs what you get, from out there tryin to go act bad
Not even BRUCE LEE, could whoop a bullet ass
Gotīcha, come, get this ass whoopin
If you bringing them niggas with ya, thatīs nothin
Iīm poppinī the clip in
Nigga fetcher, satisfied when youīre on the stretcher
You might run but Iīma CATCH īEM!!!!

[Chorus]

[Mystikal]
(Yo nigga you caught that bitch yet?)
FUCK NO! I ainīt caught that bitch yet
I done been through every scandalous sight, and every project
But I betīcha, when I stop, runnin behind em
Get up, pack my shit and Iīll STOP, and then Iīll fuckin find him
Yo dumb ass in the street
Fuck that shit, cuz Iīma catch your ass this week
Monday, a one day when you go play [alot of gunfire], goes the A.K.
Sprayin on his ass like a roach, and if I approach, too late to duck hoe
Drop, run, fall, kick, scream, now curse
How in the fuck you gone duck a twelve round burst?
Hammin at that ass on Tuesday, put up the nine
Go get the A.K.
Bitch if I catch you in the mall Wednesday
Thatīs the day that ass fall
Then it might be Thursday, three round burst day
The day Iīm blood thirsty
Fuck that, wait til FRIDAY, PAYDAY!!!!
Shootīcha in your face and take your money, J
Now wait til the weekend, heh, yeah
Saturday, thatīs the day you go CREEPIN
But you better be watchin your back cuz Iīm sneakin [door noise]
Waitin for my chance to do your ass in
I donīt give a fuck if itīs on Sunday
God gone have to forgive me, cuz Iīma shootīcha in your head nigga

[Chorus]



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