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Текст песни Silkk f Big Ed, Master P - Murder

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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, slidethem niggaz that fucked up, they lucked upSeen them niggaz rollin in they cutlassI`m about act bad, no doubt, I`m a go in they houseAnd if they home, I`m a blast, take them niggaz outCause we be bout drama, no fuck that, we bout killinDrama, fuck all that, stay real when it`s time to peelCaps, no doubt, hah I check the houseCause I ain`t gon be satisfied till all ya`ll stressed outThat`s a fuckin shame, I ain`t gon be satisfied til I see blood, niggaWhat you think we was doin before we was rappin, we was drug dealersYou think I`m a let this shit slide cause I done got fameFuck the name, I can`t have shit in this fuckin gameWithout niggaz tryin to test nuts, tryin to act badI`m a fuck you niggayou gon have a closed casket and I`m gon crack yo maskYou talkin shit, but, bitch, it`s goin downSee I was locked up for a second, but now I`m home nowIt`s time for niggaz to get checked, they done pushed me to the limitI was a cool nigga, but now, it`s only the beginninIt`s time to ride, when it`s time to slide, you dieNo doubt about it, act bad, let`s 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. fuckin Do-a-reporterDon`t give a fuck about a bitch 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, I`m in the killinThey ban my videos from TV, they say they drug dealinIce cream slangin, And if the radio don`t 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 CaponeY`all niggaz can`t stop a killa,A murder, a hustla, fuck 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 muthafuckas 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 got`s itWhen I pop ya with this heart rockmake your heart stop cause I`m 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 can`t get upYou wants to fuck with this TRU click and get ya khakis creasedGet your shirt pressed and the bullets rip through yo chestTRU niggaz don`t 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 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.) toCinnicinnati (Ohio) to D.C. (North Carolina, South Carolina) fuckinBaton Rouge (Oklahoma) Mississippi (Kansas City) Lafayette (Georgia,Seattle, Washington) Detroit (Omaha, Nebraska) Chicago (Phoenix)To all y`all muthafuckin ghetto (Alberquerque) gangsta (Indiana) realniggaz 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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