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silkk the shocker - murder lyrics

silkk the shocker lyrics

“murder”
(feat. big ed, master p)

y’all n-gg-z ready for this silkk the shocker sh-t?
(y’all n-gg-z out there bangin) switch! (claimin red and blue)
y’all n-gg-z bout it? n-gg- be a leader not a follower
(my m-th-f-ckin tru tatoo) uuunnnggghhh!

(chorus (2x):)
murder, murder, murder, murder
187, cause i don’t give a f-ck

(silkk)
well, it’s time to ride, slide
them n-gg-z that f-cked up, they lucked up
seen them n-gg-z rollin in they cutl-ss
i’m about act bad, no doubt, i’m a go in they house
and if they home, i’m a blast, take them n-gg-z out
cause we be bout drama, no f-ck that, we bout killin
drama, f-ck all that, stay real when it’s time to peel
caps, no doubt, hah i check the house
cause i ain’t gon be satisfied till all ya’ll stressed out
that’s a f-ckin shame, i ain’t gon be satisfied til i see blood, n-gg-
what you think we was doin before we was rappin, we was drug dealers
you think i’m a let this sh-t slide cause i done got fame
f-ck the name, i can’t have sh-t in this f-ckin game
without n-gg-z tryin to test nuts, tryin to act bad
i’m a f-ck you n-gg-
you gon have a closed casket and i’m gon crack yo mask
you talkin sh-t, but, b-tch, it’s goin down
see i was locked up for a second, but now i’m home now
it’s time for n-gg-z to get checked, they done pushed me to the limit
i was a cool n-gg-, but now, it’s only the beginnin
it’s time to ride, when it’s time to slide, you die
no doubt about it, act bad, let’s put that on the vibes

(chorus (2x))

(master p)
mr. wicked, i be comin hard, just like a hurricane
choo-choo, shootin brains, killin mr. murder, mad
hustla, balla, mr. f-ckin do-a-reporter
don’t give a f-ck about a b-tch or a balla
break me off proper, gun in that doctor
gats at yo head, call me mr. non-stopper
tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
down south hustla, west coast ruler
3rd ward villian, i’m in the killin
they ban my videos from tv, they say they drug dealin
ice cream slangin,
and if the radio don’t play this gangsta sh-t, what are they thinkin?
they could stop, a n-gg- from comin up
they could stop a young n-gg- from makin big bucks
independent, and black owned
but still got more money than al capone
y’all n-gg-z can’t stop a killa,
a murder, a hustla, f-ck it, a drug deala
but if they shoot, did up with police
ready to run dope from here to the middle east
and call me mr. paul
cause i be smokin m-th-f-ckas like steven seagal
mr. killa, the ghetto kadofy
and 187 on any n-gg- that try to stop me

(chorus (2x))

(big ed)
n-gg-z, they want to start some stack
but if they stack then let it be started
and at your funeral, i want to here em say dearly departed
because i got it on my mind and on my mind i got’s it
when i pop ya with this heart rock
make your heart stop cause i’m bout it
jack you like a new jersey drive
my n-gg-z are always down for that who ride, i ride
creep with these killas on our tippy tippy toes
see the barrel knows where the bullet go
and then we smash off in that 4 by 4
see we rolled on ya set and then bucked
a bunch of n-gg-z fallen and they can’t get up
you wants to f-ck with this tru click and get ya khakis creased
get your shirt pressed and the bullets rip through yo chest
tru n-gg-z don’t fall, fool, we to busy flossin
it might be your ho we tossin
step to us and we make ya hits like michael jackson
cause every n-gg- in my crew is bout it and we packin

(chorus (2x))

ha ha. now y’all know. we run the m-th-f-ckin streets.
no limit. true to the game. silkk the shocker.
this sh-t go out to all y’all gangsta n-gg-z and gangsta b-tches
(soldiers) from richmond (atlanta) down south (alabama)
to the east coast (to the west coast)
to motherf-ckin kentucky, missouri (to florida) to dallas (houston)
to new orleans (austin, texas) to m-th-f-ckin miami (d.c.) to
cinnicinnati (ohio) to d.c. (north carolina, south carolina) f-ckin
baton rouge (oklahoma) mississippi (kansas city) lafayette (georgia,
seattle, washington) detroit (omaha, nebraska) chicago (phoenix)
to all y’all m-th-f-ckin ghetto (alberquerque) gangsta (indiana) real
n-gg-z and b-tches (all y’all n-gg-z that’s locked up) everywhere.
murder, murder, murder, murder. ha ha.
but y’all n-gg-z betta watch y’all -ss
(watch y’all -ss) so y’all won’t get caught up in motherf-ckin 187
(a 187)
cause every n-gg- i know is bout it (bout it!)
n-gg- that mean don’t trust n-body (these n-gg-z rowdy)
cause the sreets is real. believe that.

- silkk the shocker lyrics

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