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murderers – murderers lyrics

[black child]
uh huh, we did it
motherf-cker
somebody gotta do it
it gotta get done, why not get it done with the gun?
word to god
yo yo yo

[chorus: ja rule]

murder’a, inside must be hollow
kill us today or you’ll have to kill us tomorrow
murder’a, inside must be shallow
how does it feel to take a life of anotha
murder’a, inside must be hollow
kill us today or you’ll have to kill us tomorrow
murder’a, inside must be shallow
how does it feel to take a life…

[black child]
it’s murda and its not a game
y’all [silence] gonna feel the flames and a lotta pain
let me explain from day one its murda one with no gun
taking income, makin b-tch n-gg-s run
the nine-one-one roll up n-gg- what
we got the four pund tucked, the porsche look plush
n-gg-s get f-ckin clapped and killed for flossin
that probly why n-gg-s get killed so often
nothin to live for type a n-gg- i did a bid for
snitch b-tch n-gg-s that ain’t built for war
is it because we ain’t got no love for thugs
and slugs for drugs, the worlds most murda’rous
black child, n-gg- you know how the f-ck i do
put two in you, then puff a blunt at your funeral
i might touch yo’ click and f-ck yo’ b-tch
but’choo never heard a n-gg- spit sh-t like this

[chours]

[tah murdah]
when i’m gunnin i’m coming on ??? sh-t rubber grip
four sh-t on the sawed off, blowin the doors off the range rov’ sh-t
fo’ sho’ this, is somethin’ we die for
and my murdera’s i lie and fry for
murda man, when the sh-t hit the fan
the plan formulate, for instance, f-ck a percentage you need the all the cake
put the four to snakes make ’em lay for raw
f-ck the game, ‘cuz n-gg- i don’t play no more
size ’em up, nevermind if you ridin tough
count ’em out ’til his eyes is puff, despising us
i got hungry thugs that’ll tie you up
and they ain’t got a problem with, snub nose revolver sh-t
we hard to hit, my mom’s a crip
we thristy n-gg-s that’ll rob ya b-tch for the love of the chips
so when i’m soaking the whip, y’all n-gg-s keep hatin’
gotta stash where the heats placed in, paper i keep chasin
motherf-cker, uh uh

[chorus]

[ja rule]
yo, yo…
forever young this face kills so many all die, n-gg- must i?
confess my sins, to the souls of the unknown, why?
would you ever disrespect my n-gg-s
we murderous engines that lead to lynchin’s
index, itching, ready to run up and hit ’em
let the teflon spin ’em, they say “look how ja did ’em”
i a murder’a , inc’ed and blood you know you heard of us
murderers juts because we the shhhhhhh
make a n-gg- much harder to hit with the ox
we can take it back, give me five minutes in the box
or trade hot rocks ’til one of us drops
nothin but sh-lls and you can hear the shot for blocks
i’m giving ’em h-ll, while n-gg-s steady hollerin’ “stop”
i spit sixteens with aim and continue to pop
motherf-ckers, what’choo want with this sh-t
the murderous i-n-c, n-gg-

[chorus]

murder’a

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