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master p - bloody murder lyrics

verse one:

me and the crew had the 40s and dank getting f-cked up
plottin on some suckas last week that snuck up
they thought they had us done, we had the 9’s and clip man
cash in the ride, hoe sealed the cocaine
fool started shooting
i rolled down the window
let out some smoke, car full of that indo
pointed the tec-9, smoked the p-ssenger
another n-gg- to’ up but b-tch i laugh at ya
fools tryin to figure whether he should duck or f-cking hide out
n-gg-s got away so we ride out
plottin motherf-ckas cuz you know i serve ya
and sucka when i see ya, it’s gonna be a bl–dy murder

chorus:
its gonna be a bl–dy murder,
and when i see him i’ma kill him [x2]

verse two:

now when i’m on the set i gots to get paid, check it
dope fiend got his high beams, talkin bout he got credit
this dope fiend, he was trippin, i said “fool get the f-ck on,”
he said he wanted wholesale but didn’t have a buck on him
d-mn, i didn’t want to beat the fool’s -ss
i reached for my gat, then out jumped the taz
they started gunnin, i started runnin, i got away
they thought they had me caught but the p just hid away
and laid back, did the crack thinkin bout revenge
you see i didn’t get him, i’ll probably get his friends
he tried to set me with the jump out boys, and i’ll serve ya
and dope fiend when i see ya, it’s gonna be a bl–dy murder

-chorus- [x2]

verse three:

i was cool, me and the chill was just chillin
countin up my mil from the wholesale top dealin
i wasn’t even trippin when my pager went off
i said who the f-ck is this, just tell that b-tch to get lost
he called the b-tch on his mobile phone, i said yo it’s on
she said “p i’ll d-ck ya d-ck like an ice cream cone,”
i said d-mn i was a trippin cuz i f-ck b-tches all the time
so tell that nasty b-tch i catch her -ss at about nine
later that night i had to pop her
knocked on the door said b-tch i came to f-ck
but see before i hit the p-ssy, and got a nut
some n-gg-s came straight out the closet talkin bout hands up
the b-tch ran out the hosue, you know i’m gone hurt her
and b-tch when i see ya, it’s gonna be a bl–dy murder

-chorus- [x2]

- master p lyrics

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