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mystikal - murderer lyrics

guns murder n-gg-s at night
n-gg-s even kill n-gg-s at night
then cops murder n-gg-s at night
but i’ll be f-cked if i’m gonna let them b-tches murder mine

guns murder n-gg-s at night
man, n-gg-s even kill n-gg-s at night
then cops murder n-gg-s at night
but i’ll be f-cked if i’m gonna let them b-tches murder mine

motherf-ckin’ murderer, shot my f-ckin’ brother
but when i find him, i’m gone get that motherf-cker
he playin’ the role of one them n-gg-s that’s always talkin’ noise
runnin’ inside, talkin’ that sh-t, front of his f-ckin’ boys
f-ck that, i’m lockin’ that bolt back
loadin’ that gat, here that glock come
out’cha f-ckin’ head, standin’ on the corner
i’m peepin’ on ya, so i can creep up on ya

calmin’ my nerves, get rid of these punks and stick ’em in my mind
you want it? fine, i done reached for that nine
i’m gone do you in, i’m tellin’ ya b-tch you gone have to get up quick
and hit the bricks before i do you in
two of your boys spied me comin’
them coward-hearted n-gg-s started runnin’
but not you though, you gots to play the hard role
stop playin’ it up like a bone, b-tch i know you are

talkin’ head gonna put you on your deathbed
just ‘cuz you got a gat, that’s just why you actin’ brave
got a gat i got a glock, what’cha gone do?
handle your business, don’t let your business handle you

guns murder n-gg-s at night
n-gg-s even kill n-gg-s at night
then cops murder n-gg-s at night
but i’ll be f-cked if i’m gonna let them b-tches murder mine

guns murder n-gg-s at night
man, n-gg-s even kill n-gg-s at night
then f-ckin’ cops murder n-gg-s at night
but i’ll be f-cked if i’m gonna let them b-tches murder mine

pull your shirt down b-tch
i know you got a gat, but i ain’t scared bout that bullsh-t
it don’t matter how many f-ckin’ guns you got
the only thing that mater, is a n-gg-, to get the first shot
‘cuz if i peep, that -ss is fallin’ to the street
b-tch retreat or that -ss is dead meat
smack your teeth, but i’ma knock you off your f-ckin’ feet
they gone pick you up, piece-by-piece off that concrete street

when n.o. meet, who gives a f-ck about a poor neat scene?
we got beef, so i’ma shoot’cha like a fake b-tch
let you know just who you f-ckin’ with
but i ain’t that type of n-gg-
that’s liable to shoot you over no dumb sh-t
if i’ma pop ya, i’ma pop ya for just ‘cuz
you talk too much sh-t plus, you popped one of my boys
gankin’ n-gg-s i’m gettin’ downright scandolous

you can’t handle this
so when you’re out b-tch, move or i won’t step
‘cuz if i catch’cha i’ma drill ya in your f-ckin’ chest
i ain’t gone gone ride by and pop, ‘cuz i might miss
i’ma walk up to your face, pop point blank b-tch
that’s what you get, from out there tryin’ to go act bad
not even bruce lee, could whoop a bullet -ss
got’cha, come, get this -ss whoopin’

if you bringing them n-gg-s with ya, that’s nothin’
i’m poppin’ the clip in
n-gg- fetcher, satisfied when you’re on the stretcher
you might run but i’ma catch ’em

guns murder n-gg-s at night
n-gg-s even kill n-gg-s at night
and cops murder n-gg-s at night
but i’ll be f-cked if i’m gonna let them b-tches murder mine

guns murder n-gg-s at night
man, n-gg-s even kill n-gg-s at night
then f-ckin’ cops murder n-gg-s at night
but i’ll be f-cked if i’m gonna let them b-tches murder mine

yo n-gg- you caught that b-tch yet?
f-ck no, i ain’t caught that b-tch yet
i done been through every scandalous sight, and every project
but i bet’cha, when i stop, runnin’ behind ’em
get up, pack my sh-t and i’ll stop, and then i’ll f-ckin’ find him
yo dumb -ss in the street
f-ck that sh-t, ‘cuz i’ma catch your -ss this week
monday, a one day when you go play, goes the a.k.

sprayin’ on his -ss like a roach, and if i approach, too late to duck hoe
drop, run, fall, kick, scream, now curse
how in the f-ck you gone duck a twelve round burst?
hammin’ at that -ss on tuesday, put up the nine
go get the a.k., b-tch if i catch you in the mall wednesday
that’s the day that -ss fall
then it might be thursday, three round burst day
the day i’m blood thirsty

f-ck that, wait ’til friday, payday
shoot’cha in your face and take your money, j
now wait ’til the weekend, hey, yeah
sat-rday, that’s the day you go creepin’
but you better be watchin’ your back ‘cuz i’m sneakin’
waitin’ for my chance to do your -ss in
i don’t give a f-ck if it’s on sunday
god gone have to forgive me, ‘cuz i’ma shoot’cha in your head n-gg-

guns murder n-gg-s at night
man, n-gg-s even kill n-gg-s at night
cops murder n-gg-s at night
but i’ll be f-cked if i’m gonna let them b-tches murder mine

guns murder n-gg-s at night
no, n-gg-s even kill n-gg-s at night
then f-ckin’ cops murder n-gg-s at night
but i’ll be f-cked if i’m gonna let them b-tches murder mine

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