Silkk The Shocker - Murder Lyrics
Yall niggaz ready for this silkk the shocker shit?(yall niggaz out there bangin) switch! (claimin red and blue)Yall niggaz bout it? nigga be a leader not a follower(my mutha*****in tru tatoo) uuunnnggghhh!Chorus (2x): murder, murder, murder, murder187, cause I dont give a *****[silkk]Well, its time to ride, slideThem niggaz that *****ed up, they lucked upSeen them niggaz rollin in they cutlassIm about act bad, no doubt, Im a go in they houseAnd if they home, Im a blast, take them niggaz outCause we be bout drama, no ***** that, we bout killinDrama, ***** all that, stay real when its time to peelCaps, no doubt, hah I check the houseCause I aint gon be satisfied till all yall stressed outThats a *****in shame, I aint gon be satisfied til I see blood, niggaWhat you think we was doin before we was rappin, we was drug dealersYou think Im a let this shit slide cause I done got fame***** the name, I cant have shit in this *****in gameWithout niggaz tryin to test nuts, tryin to act badIm a ***** you niggaYou gon have a closed casket and Im gon crack yo maskYou talkin shit, but, *****, its goin downSee I was locked up for a second, but now Im home nowIts time for niggaz to get checked, they done pushed me to the limitI was a cool nigga, but now, its only the beginninIts time to ride, when its time to slide, you dieNo doubt about it, act bad, lets put that on the vibesChorus (2x)[master p]Mr. wicked, I be comin hard, just like a hurricaneChoo-choo, shootin brains, killin mr. murder, madHustla, balla, mr. *****in do-a-reporterDont give a ***** about a ***** or a ballaBreak me off proper, gun in that doctorGats at yo head, call me mr. non-stopperTech 9 shooter, lady, ruderDown south hustla, west coast ruler3rd ward villian, Im in the killinThey ban my videos from tv, they say they drug dealinIce cream slangin,And if the radio dont play this gangsta shit, what are they thinkin?They could stop, a nigga from comin upThey could stop a young nigga from makin big bucksIndependent, and black ownedBut still got more money than al caponeYall niggaz cant stop a killa,A murder, a hustla, ***** it, a drug dealaBut if they shoot, did up with policeReady to run dope from here to the middle eastAnd call me mr. paulCause I be smokin mutha*****as like steven seagalMr. killa, the ghetto kadofyAnd 187 on any nigga that try to stop meChorus (2x)[big ed]Niggaz, they want to start some stackBut if they stack then let it be startedAnd at your funeral, I want to here em say dearly departedBecause I got it on my mind and on my mind I gots itWhen I pop ya with this heart rockMake your heart stop cause Im bout itJack you like a new jersey driveMy niggaz are always down for that who ride, I rideCreep with these killas on our tippy tippy toesSee the barrel knows where the bullet goAnd then we smash off in that 4 by 4See we rolled on ya set and then buckedA bunch of niggaz fallen and they cant get upYou wants to ***** with this tru click and get ya khakis creasedGet your shirt pressed and the bullets rip through yo chestTru niggaz dont fall, fool, we to busy flossinIt might be your ho we tossinStep to us and we make ya hits like michael jacksonCause every nigga in my crew is bout it and we packinChorus (2x)Ha ha. now yall know. we run the mutha*****in streets.No limit. true to the game. silkk the shocker.This shit go out to all yall gangsta niggaz and gangsta *****es(soldiers) from richmond (atlanta) down south (alabama)To the east coast (to the west coast)To mother*****in kentucky, missouri (to florida) to dallas (houston)To new orleans (austin, texas) to mutha*****in miami (d.c.) toCinnicinnati (ohio) to d.c. (north carolina, south carolina) *****inBaton rouge (oklahoma) mississippi (kansas city) lafayette (georgia,Seattle, washington) detroit (omaha, nebraska) chicago (phoenix)To all yall mutha*****in ghetto (alberquerque) gangsta (indiana) realNiggaz and *****es (all yall niggaz thats locked up) everywhere.Murder, murder, murder, murder. ha ha.But yall niggaz betta watch yall ass(watch yall ass) so yall wont get caught up in mother*****in 187(a 187)Cause every nigga I know is bout it (bout it!)Nigga that mean dont trust nobody (these niggaz rowdy)Cause the sreets is real. believe that.
