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dj squeeky - murder lyrics

[intro]
murder
murder
murder
murder
murder
murder
murder

[chorus]
murder, that’s what i be yelling
wit’ a twist of my wrist, like o.j., you all die
murder, that’s what i be yelling
wit’ a twist of my wrist, like o.j., you all die
murder, that’s what i be yelling
wit’ a twist of my wrist, like o.j., you all die
murder, that’s what i be yelling
wit’ a twist of my wrist, like o.j., you all die
[verse 1: tom skeemask]
99 ways to die, haven’t you ever heard of me
loading my clip, blasting my 9, watching you b+tches fall, see
my pimpin’ ain’t slippin’, you b+tches are trickin’, i’m taking my time for doin’ a crime
get on the track and selling them thangs, pick up this sh+t cuz it’s all in the game
livin’ the life and i’m doing the same, grabbing the shisha, calling the mane
who do you turn to for your masterplan? you call the skeemask man
i’m doing a dance, breaking yo ass, heading in that murder path
that blood, red rum, now you know i’m the devil’s son
10 ways i’ve k!lled, it’s only 89 more
i’m standin’, tom walkin’, tom ready to make a move on y’all
but man, my demon is ready to k!ll at will
i feel like the man that’s cursed, livin’ in a f+cking he+rs+
what should i do? i think i’d better call like an obscene phone caller
i know yo ass better holler like a f+cking dollar
hold up, one get up, son, here i come with the 9 millimeter
i meet ya, just like the f+cking grim reaper
b+tch, goodbye to ya lady, i laid down the law with the rest of my kinfolk
the cheefa, the reefer, mane, got the 4 5 ready to
smoke, another n+gga off my block, i seen my other
kinfolks with 2 glocks, i had to give that n+gga his props
it don’t stop, my 9 is ready to sing
my player haters don’t know, that skeemask is ready to swing
mo’ murder, becuz them laws are broken every day
so what can i say, you know i’m screaming mo’
[chorus]
murder, that’s what i be yelling
wit’ a twist of my wrist, like o.j., you all die
murder, that’s what i be yelling
wit’ a twist of my wrist, like o.j., you all die
murder, that’s what i be yelling
wit’ a twist of my wrist, like o.j., you all die
murder, that’s what i be yelling
wit’ a twist of my wrist, like o.j., you all die

[verse 2: gk]
on the streets, it seems to be a million ways to die
so don’t you try, stepping up to that real n+gga, stay high
cuz i dwells with the wolf pack of k!llers
holdin’ bodies off, evidence in the river
n+ggas ain’t got a second thought
marched and he got caught with that sh+t that he bought
cuz i peeped out his set+up
so along the way, kickin’ it with this n+gga, you know he f+cked up
and said some sh+t that i didn’t like
made a n+gga like stay high, ugh, think twice
from the jump, i was paranoid
pulling that gank and the way he was talkin’ made me call my boys
told ’em, “meet a n+gga up on that old street”
bring the mask and the motherf+ckin’ glocks g
it’s about to be a kidnappin’
when i hit the block, faces unidentified so get to jackin’
and this n+gga that i’m with don’t know what’s going on
wolf pack got the chromes to our f+cking dome
and i already knew where we was headed
straight to the river, time for drastic measures
on the way them n+ggas threw me out
only them real motherf+ckers know what i’m talkin’ about
bogus player haters better take it in
we done done dirt and back up on that block screaming once again
[chorus]
murder, that’s what i be yelling
wit’ a twist of my wrist, like o.j., you all die
murder, that’s what i be yelling
wit’ a twist of my wrist, like o.j., you all die
murder, that’s what i be yelling
wit’ a twist of my wrist, like o.j., you all die

- dj squeeky lyrics

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