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Murder'ra

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  • 作曲 : Z Ro
    Uh, the damn place made me crazy
    I don't care about nothing but my daddy my granny, my ************* and my babies
    Everything else, is expendable
    Find out that fake *************z, ain't dependable
    I don't owe, you *************z *************t *************
    Home light weight but my style great, now my pockets is the *************t
    Now it's time, for expansion
    Bought a nice house for parole, now I'm grind up building a mansion
    I'm a rapper, and a game capper
    Blue and red like a snapper, got a thang for them ************* ass jackers
    That ain't, no real hustle
    Get some white gold or work it, and getting some real muscle *************
    If you want it, you can sho 'nuff get it
    Made me bust your watermelon, come on down ************* with it
    Everybody, ain't no punk
    I'm talking to you now boy, don't make me go and pop the trunk biatch


    [Hook:]
    Everyday, me keep it sucker free
    Me not ************* with nobody, so why do them ************* with me
    Don't test me temper, make me have to watch me cool
    Mack buyacka-buyacka, I didn't wanna act a fool
    But I'm a murderer, murderer
    I'm a murderer, murderer


    [Spice 1:]
    It's Mr. Bossilinie, rolling up busting with real riders
    Drop them b-b-bombs, like I'm up in Al Qida
    Cause I'm a murderer, put it on you haters for real
    Hit a ************* with the 4-5, get to dumping slugs all in his Caddy grill
    Smoke chronic for my glaucoma, yeah I said glaucoma
    I got a mother******g glock, and I put *************z in comas
    Hit corners on 24's, waving hi at your hoes
    With bald heads braids, perms and afros
    I'm caked up like Duncan Hi, but I'm not your average do' boy
    I autograph a slug, and put you on the flo' boy
    It's the Spiceberg Slim, Soprano Montana minds
    I done been through the flames, walked through the mother******g fire
    They can never, put my flame out
    And if I wasn't high, I'd pull your mother******g brains out murderer


    [Hook]


    [Z-Ro:]
    Everyday I label my loot, leaving you ladies lonely
    I don't love *************, I just love to murder these *************z when they walk up on me
    Y'all don't know me, some of y'all rappers think y'all know me
    This ************* right here don't give a ************* though, so I suggest you hoes step back
    What I got in my pants is called a, that's too big to fit in a holster gat
    Straight from where *************z sell that mad crack, just ran him over crack
    It ain't no love in Missouri City, my partna I know it look nice
    A 4-5 ************* around, hit a ************* you'll get took twice
    Might get beat up and robbed, or you might get beat up and shot
    It all depend on what you riding in, and if it look like you got a lot or not
    I use to think I'd have a future, playing basketball
    But lately all I been doing, is putting people in caskets y'all
    Am I sorry hell naw, if I sent him he was already on his way
    When the grim reaper swing by, it'll make you wish your ass was home today
    ************* with me I'ma hit up Spice, it ain't a thang to tap the trigger twice
    Brrr-click brr-click, they sideways into the next life


    [Hook]

  • 作曲 : Z Ro
    Uh, the damn place made me crazy
    I don't care about nothing but my daddy my granny, my ************* and my babies
    Everything else, is expendable
    Find out that fake *************z, ain't dependable
    I don't owe, you *************z *************t *************
    Home light weight but my style great, now my pockets is the *************t
    Now it's time, for expansion
    Bought a nice house for parole, now I'm grind up building a mansion
    I'm a rapper, and a game capper
    Blue and red like a snapper, got a thang for them ************* ass jackers
    That ain't, no real hustle
    Get some white gold or work it, and getting some real muscle *************
    If you want it, you can sho 'nuff get it
    Made me bust your watermelon, come on down ************* with it
    Everybody, ain't no punk
    I'm talking to you now boy, don't make me go and pop the trunk biatch


    [Hook:]
    Everyday, me keep it sucker free
    Me not ************* with nobody, so why do them ************* with me
    Don't test me temper, make me have to watch me cool
    Mack buyacka-buyacka, I didn't wanna act a fool
    But I'm a murderer, murderer
    I'm a murderer, murderer


    [Spice 1:]
    It's Mr. Bossilinie, rolling up busting with real riders
    Drop them b-b-bombs, like I'm up in Al Qida
    Cause I'm a murderer, put it on you haters for real
    Hit a ************* with the 4-5, get to dumping slugs all in his Caddy grill
    Smoke chronic for my glaucoma, yeah I said glaucoma
    I got a mother******g glock, and I put *************z in comas
    Hit corners on 24's, waving hi at your hoes
    With bald heads braids, perms and afros
    I'm caked up like Duncan Hi, but I'm not your average do' boy
    I autograph a slug, and put you on the flo' boy
    It's the Spiceberg Slim, Soprano Montana minds
    I done been through the flames, walked through the mother******g fire
    They can never, put my flame out
    And if I wasn't high, I'd pull your mother******g brains out murderer


    [Hook]


    [Z-Ro:]
    Everyday I label my loot, leaving you ladies lonely
    I don't love *************, I just love to murder these *************z when they walk up on me
    Y'all don't know me, some of y'all rappers think y'all know me
    This ************* right here don't give a ************* though, so I suggest you hoes step back
    What I got in my pants is called a, that's too big to fit in a holster gat
    Straight from where *************z sell that mad crack, just ran him over crack
    It ain't no love in Missouri City, my partna I know it look nice
    A 4-5 ************* around, hit a ************* you'll get took twice
    Might get beat up and robbed, or you might get beat up and shot
    It all depend on what you riding in, and if it look like you got a lot or not
    I use to think I'd have a future, playing basketball
    But lately all I been doing, is putting people in caskets y'all
    Am I sorry hell naw, if I sent him he was already on his way
    When the grim reaper swing by, it'll make you wish your ass was home today
    ************* with me I'ma hit up Spice, it ain't a thang to tap the trigger twice
    Brrr-click brr-click, they sideways into the next life


    [Hook]