| Murder, Murder, Mur murder, Murder
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| Murder, Murder, Mur murder, Murder
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| See everybody think that they untouchable, Till they find theyself in the mix
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| Getting fucked like a bitch shit
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| I don’t give a fuck about yo' muscle, I’ma kill you quick
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| And whoever you connected with
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| The time, Is 6:38
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| When my flight touched down at JFK
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| Had the homie Big Rick pick me up
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| Man he had the heaters in the spot and everything that we discussed
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| It’s cold as fuck, Probably like 20 below
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| Took a sip of 'nac just to help the blood flow
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| Calculate my steps, You know my rep
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| My job ain’t done till you breath yo last breath
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| Gotta move swift when I’m on the set
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| Cause the mark I’m trying to hit is mob connected
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| No problems I don’t play to lose
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| And I’ma make him an offer that he can’t refuse
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| Cause it’s
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| Cause it’s cold
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| Murder, Murder, Mur murder
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| Why? |
| Why? |
| Why?
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| Murder, Bloody murder
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| Thought you was a wise guy but now you gotta die
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| Thought you was a wise guy but now you gotta die
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| See everybody think that they bulletproof
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| Till they find they ass crossed up and they neck’s in a noose |
| Shit, You outta luck cause I’m cold as ice
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| Have you on yo knees begging and pleading I don’t take ya life
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| The time, Is 9:34
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| I’m out in Flatbush, Brooklyn casing Willie Broscoe
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| And everybody know Willie
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| He the main muscle for the mob in this part of the city
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| But fuck him, I don’t know Willie
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| And he wrote a check he can’t cash by fucking wit my homies
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| The Psychopathic Assassin, Smash on any bitch ho
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| Even if ya whole family gotta go
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| So fuck Willie Broscoe
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| He gon feel the strength of the hatchet when I hit him with the roscoe
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| Cause we don’t never play to lose
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| And we gon make him an offer that he can’t refuse
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| Cause it’s
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| Everybody think that they a good guy
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| Till they find theyself staring down the barrel bout to die
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| Shit, I don’t give a fuck cause it’s too late
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| You slimy motherfucker you a great big waste
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| The time, Is 8:30 AM
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| It’s been three days now, I’ve been clocking him and plotting on him
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| He at the local coffee shop
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| He meeting with Vito and Tony and they making a drop
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| Move, They handle business real quickly |
| He got a latte to go then he jumped in his Bentley
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| Now it’s close to nine o clock
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| He goes to get a massage at the spa up the block
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| Uh, He like the Asian chick little bitch big tits
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| A bad bitch turning tricks for tips
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| And when she got him totally relaxed
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| I blew his brains to smithereens and cancelled his contract
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| Cause it’s
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| The hit was a success
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| But before 187 could even relax
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| He was informed by a confidante that his father’s killer
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| The Black Swan had been spotted in Atlantic City
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| Immediately, The Psychopathic Assassin was off on the hunt again
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| Only this mission is personal |