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gank move – murderer lyrics

[verse 1: k.o. k!ll]
step, step into my zone, it’s 1994, n+ggas in the zone
i never leave the crib and let some strap with the gat
i never rode the hood without the nine on my lap
a lot of n+ggas down, a lot of n+ggas hate me
because they all know that i be f+cking the mothers of the babies, yeah
but back on the ill tip, and should i say real tip?
yo, g, cause i’m on the k!ll tip, (murderer)
a young n+gga from deep town, (murderer)
struck and get swept in my hometown (chill, chill)
it’s the n+gga that’s real
suckers ducking and dodging when i roll through the hills
i’m like a black knight, something close to fright night
vision is blurry as i damage your eyesight
uzis and aks, nines and 12+gauge
grenades and hand blades, yo, i’m on the rampage (murderer)

[chorus: bushwick bill, krs+one]
k!lled a punk in ’82, and they just now found ‘im
listen to my nine millimeter go bang

[verse 2: k.o. k!ll]
one by one, 12+gauge to the mouth
i’m striking the mouth, now who’s got clout?
as i’m calling you out in front of your house
you ready for the showdown, b+tch?
well, i’m ready to throw down
put up your motherf+cking dukes
you better make it quick because here comes all my troops
i wonder what happened to your motherf+cking crew
at first there were a few, but now it’s just you
punk, what happened to the sh+t you was talking to?
cap, got your time? well, you better start walking
cause i’m about to take you for a trip
through my zone where the n+ggas in the hood
are peeling skin off your bone
k.o is the point, man, the n+gga in the front
in case some silly suckers come by me
and tries to pull off a stunt
and i’ll be the tailback, the n+gga on your ass
the last thing you see before i put you in a body bag (murderer)
[chorus: bushwick bill, krs+one]
k!lled a punk in ’82, and they just now found ‘im
listen to my nine millimeter go bang (murderer)
k!lled a punk in ’82, and they just now found ‘im
listen to my nine millimeter go bang

[verse 3: young bango]
a n+gga tried to fade my sh+t
he brought his ass in my motherf+ckin’ zone
and that was it
see, i ain’t got no f+ckin’ patience or time
talked, he caught a slug from the llama nine
his n+ggas knew i did it
but what they gon’ do?
sh+t, cause they can feel the nine too
and don’t think them thoughts that a n+gga lost
cause when the llama blow
somebody bout to pay the cost
once i empty my clip in
his bullets up in
send me automatic fire
get n+ggas to limpin’
yeah, and i like that too
cause ain’t no motherf+ckin’ body rollin’ on my crew (murderer)
scared of my clip, you’s a b+tch n+gga (murderer)
suck on my d+ck like a big cigar (yeah)
any n+gga that’s real, you better check your sh+t
punk b+tch, listen here, ’cause i’m the (murderer)
[chorus: bushwick bill, krs+one]
k!lled a punk in ’82, and they just now found ‘im
listen to my nine millimeter go bang

[verse 4: young bango]
murderer number two back on the creek
i pull my gat and squeeze it back
and n+ggas go to sleep
the nine millimeter caught them n+ggas in the wrong place
two weeks later dead body found with no face
k!lling others, warned them
n+ggas ain’t all that
run your ass to bliss
watch the motherf+ckers fall back
don’t take no sh+t
just take a n+gga ass out
show it to his family
yeah, i bet they pass out
’cause a n+gga tried to play hard
but hated violence
that’s stickin’ b+tch too
to keep the hoes silent
baby have big mouth
she always talk sh+t
gang move went in
the nine mil went cl!ck
her head went kaboom
yeah, she learned now
don’t f+ck with gang move
the hard way
hardcore rough style, b+tch
’cause they ain’t the only way i like it
saw it in the drink
so a n+gga swam psychic
down with bango
we kick with big ray
three hardcore negros
so clear the d+mn way
[verse 5: big ray]
yeah, it’s big ray
my mind is gone
on the ill tip
my vest and my gat
means i’m ready for some ill sh+t
i’m out cold to those who oppose
i k!ll at will but yo
i suppose i could wait
for the next date to retaliate
and peel your cap straight back
till your b+tt crack
everybody knows i’m up to no good
i’m on the creep
to jack the big man in the hood
and this is the message that’s important
incognito, i’m seeing these n+ggas
and i’m sorting out each and every one
that i’m gonna stab in the neck
yeah, you know you gotta give that n+gga ray respect
and my homies is k!lling n+ggas off with the quickness
even if it’s personal or business
and i keep smoking all food to try to fade me
the psycho maniac
y’all know i’m crazy
see if you can step to this
if you think you’re bad enough
i’ll bust him in the face
with my nine when i get mad enough
my name is ray so motherf+ck you
i’m hardcore
i bust clean shots at your crew
b+tch, i take the money and get out of dives
then i split it up even with my n+ggas
to help me ride
yes, it’s the young man that’s stacking
i’m packing from all you suckin’ n+ggas that i’m jackin’
so give it up, i gots no time for your bamboo
and for rare artillery tossin’ much ammo
the murderer

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