Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bloody Murder, artist - Frayser Boy. Date of issue: 01.03.2004
Song language: English
Bloody Murder |
| «hello?» |
| «frayser boy, wassup nigga?» |
| «wassup, Dan foo, wassup witcha?» |
| «man just chillin, where you at?» |
| «man i’m in the bay» |
| «look man I need to holla atcha about some bussiness man, you got a minute?» |
| «yea, wassup? |
| you iight?» |
| «naw man, dis nigga man, man lemme tell ya» |
| I got a call from my nigga J said he had a problem with a nigga |
| Say he got 30 g’s if I take his picture |
| This nigga wild he got some numbers on a nigga head |
| For that amount of money i’m bound to leave this nigga dead |
| So I agreed with the terms that he gave to me |
| 15 g’s up front is what he’ll pay to me |
| We made a play and now I got this boy’s resume |
| He crossed my nigga out, now this mothafucka gotta pay |
| He said this nigga set him up for a robbery |
| Gon' kill this nigga leave him hangin' like apostrophe’s |
| Now ain’t no stopping me |
| I got the money in my hand got the plan now it’s time to go kill a man |
| He from the north but he stay in east memphis now, momma in the bay, |
| but his broad livin in the ??? |
| (moun?) |
| I crept up on this boy, so I can peep him out |
| The next verse i’m gon' tell you what i’m talkin' bout |
| Hook: |
| A murda' a murda' gon' be a bloody murda' X8 |
| So the time has come, now it’s time for me to do a nigga in |
| Posted on the street he’s comin in and he got a friend |
| That’s kinda unexpected, he parkin in his drive (way) |
| He goin in straight but this nigga won’t come out alive |
| I’m creepin up behind |
| He goin in his house |
| He got a bitch on his shoulder and she kinda stout |
| I put the tone to his head told him go’on in |
| Shut the door behind, it’s rainin hard and i’m soakin |
| I shot the nigga in the head, shot the bitch next |
| I had to shoot the hoe, couldn’t leave no mothafuckin witness |
| I never saw her face, I just got to bustin' |
| Turned the bitch over, it’s my own mothafuckin cousin |
| She left the club with this sucka, I don' fucked up |
| Police surround/around the house, what the fuck? |
| A nigga lucks up |
| The neighbors called the cops, they saw me in suspicious spot |
| They’ll never take me down I’ll make my own heart stop |