Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 3 Minute Murder , by - Chris Brown. Release date: 08.11.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
3 Minute Murder |
| Twis' got skill, yes I kill |
| I get wild on they ass like Buffalo Bill |
| I be winnin' in the game like them niggas in the south |
| If a nigga talkin' shit I’m quick to hit em in the mouth |
| Them lyrics that’s the shit I be equipped to spit 'em out |
| And I’mma make a nigga sick cause I got venom in the mouth |
| Antonyms and synonyms are spinnin' him out of his route |
| And I got bricks of money, bitch and I can’t fit em in the couch |
| Kill 'em with the ride paints hard with the deep dish |
| Kill 'em with syllables quick wit 8 bars in a sequence |
| I am the bid’ness I gotta charge you to peep this |
| Niggas can’t see me I’m Ray Charles or a eclipse |
| Stevie in the blackout see me with the Mack out |
| Twista gon' get money like a GD in a crack house |
| When it come to flows I’mma spit 'em like they cold |
| When it come to niggas heads I’mma split it like a pole |
| Take away they swag and shit on they cocky style |
| Cuz my lyrics be too quick they call me Twista Pacquiao |
| come solo wit my k-olo |
| When you see my logo come take my photo when I’m on promo |
| Niggas wanna get me they better pick a new regimen |
| Shit too sick B somebody better go get you medicine |
| Not bringin' up Twista I’m makin' the issue relevant |
| Balls bigger than mine better go get two elephants |
| I be getting grimy but you and yo click too elegant |
| Beat yo face up till yo jaw tissue look like a pelican |
| I be steady whoopin' yo ass just fo' the hell of it |
| Can’t nobody fuck wit me the planet is celibate |
| I kick a hot flow, get it like Harpo |
| Brief when I rhyme teeth shine like a car show |
| Wit a thick bitch, go 'head check out my cargo |
| You know one gon' be wit me wherever my car go |
| Where yo baby at, where yo white Mercedes at? |
| I’ll let u borrow the Bentley as long as you bring it back |
| Here, a couple stacks, you ain’t gotta pay me back |
| Me and yo boss kick it and he know where the ladies at |
| Whether we comin' and killin' and murderin' cause I beat down the block |
| Or because I’m like «throw ya hands up» cause it’s hip hop |
| I’d rather be rappin' about the streets and makin' a quick pot |
| But it’s time to do something so the shorties don’t get popped |
| Meanwhile back to the lab I got the desert eagle |
| Come on yo muthafuckin tip and kill eleven people |
| Throw up on a priest let him know I ain’t no reverend |
| Either dat I go where the fuck I want I’m up in heaven evil |
| You ain’t gotta tell me I know I spit bars sick |
| E-mail, anthrax, flows kick arsenic |
| G-up genie and throw it up I’m car sick |
| Cut raw dope deez nigga cut garbage |
| Lethargic give a bitch hard dick |
| See my niggas and I say «salute» like a sergeant |
| Can’t lie I’m one of the coldest artists |
| So I wouldn’t have yo bitch up in my apartment |
| So I be passin' out «fuck you» flyers |
| To fakers and heaters and then fuck liars |
| If yo' shit ain’t one been one minded |
| The swine flu H1N1 virus |
| Am I like Jason? |
| No I’m more like Michael Myers |
| I am the shit I need to wear diapers |
| When I spit it sometimes I’m all too philosophical |
| Blame it on the Don Julio and killer tropical |
| Twista got more swag than a rich sissy |
| But don’t get prissy muthafuckas can get grilly |
| I’mma balla and a boss and yes I’m finna get paid |
| Takin' flames to the head like I’m Nicolas Cage |
| I ghost ride the whip I’m finna get laid |
| Any niggas dat try to get me is finna get sprayed |
| One day it’s possible dat I’m finna get saved |
| But for now I be getting money I’m finna get made, muthafucka |
| Fucka. |
| .fucka.. fucka. |
| .fucka |