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young buck – this is murder not music (remix) lyrics

man, what a f-ck, man?
sh-t!
i’m on a hard bench, trying sleep in the pen
man, how the f-ck did i get here again?
first thing in a morning, it’s the f-ck sh-t
they called the case, i got confronted by a tough snitch
he told me do it, one click, you ain’t tell me to do it
you ain’t a shooter, you a …n-gg-, you f-cking loser!
i fly the kite, my little man cut his sister up
he loves his b-tch, you sn-tch her, he’ll start switching up
i’m cool, i just wait till my next court day
i bet he catch amnesia, then do this sh-t at leisure.
surrounded by blood, crips, kings, and yetis
gym stars open n-gg-s up like berettas
i’m trying to be easy
but every now and then i gotta put it in,
please believe me!
you get to looking at me strange, i’m prepared jack
or buck 50, keep the change he can wear that!

hook:
this is murder, this is not music
i had yo style ten years ago,
i just did not use it!
you n-gg-s forgot how i do it
well, i do it like this, nothing to it!
this is murder, this is not music
i had yo style ten years ago,
i just did not use it!
you n-gg-s forgot how i do it
well, i do it like this, nothing to it!

yeah, same night from the .. woods
still with me, looking for some new spot to…
f-ck your life, and see the.. yours
concrete floors, i still feel like i’m behind your doors
i want war, i’m weared up, fatigued up
i’m getting fast money, but i need to speed up! (let’s go!)
ya n-gg-s kicking their feet up,
just smoking their weed up
well, i’mma creep up with my heat up, and make them freeze up!
hold up, brought these up!
put some bodies in a box for maserati fox
new york, when i get dead, i need to hear a lot of shots!
a couple chickens on the video vixen
sent on a mission and one…bet i’ve been missing.
i don’t listen, i’m hard headed,
now just want, but you won’t get it
my n-gg-s is out-breded, it’s chrome just to beat the case.
i see death when i see your face, you know
and even at this pace, i’mma still lead the race
come on!

yeah! all i’mma do is this. i’mma keep counting money
i don’t give a f-ck if it make you sick to see a n-gg- win
i’mma make you watch me win over and over again!
you already know what it is with me, motherf-cker
this year, godd-mn it!
you motherf-ckers is making me lose count man
gotta start this sh-t over, i’m licking my fingers
i’m getting! i got 100 dollar bills, for real, n-gg-!
all i’mma do is this, man.
you hear that sound in the background?
i’mma do this sh-t till my thumb get tired!
i’mma take a break when i get past your momma house, n-gg-!
when i count more than your momma house, i’mma take a break.
we gonna get a new style!
hand me that money over there, that’s what we gonna do!
all year long!
it’s back to 50, you already know
get the money, and shut the f-ck up
watch me do what i’m doing,
cause n-gg-s can’t stop nothing that i’m doing, nothing i’m doing!
right after you get in the way
we gonna start shooting again like it’s nothing changed
we went through that whole
‘k-mbaya my lord, let’s be friends by the fire!”
it’s over, n-gg-!
back to the script, you know how this sh-t go
how much is that?
oh, if you could see me right now
i got an alligator on n-gg-!
you, you think it should go different?
see that’s where you go wrong!
when you think who the f-ck asked you to think, n-gg-?
now you think that, writing comments and tweeting
and your hash tags and, you know what the f-ck you do n-gg-
let me do what i do!

- young buck lyrics

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