Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murder Murder, artist - Mac. Date of issue: 08.06.2016
Song language: English
Murder Murder |
| Soldier rag on my eye, soldier fit on my frame |
| I scream, «whoa» when I come through makin that mac-11 sang |
| If I’m dyin bad, don’t tell my folks, I wasn’t no joke when I blasted |
| Wrap me up in camoflauge, and put that tank on my casket |
| That nigga was hip hop, that nigga was gangsta |
| That nigga was tall, that nigga was slim |
| That nigga was shell shocked, you wouldn’t want f**k with him |
| I hung with killas, I hung with soldiers, I hung with gs |
| I hung with thugs, I hung with them niggas who probably wanted to murder |
| Me |
| F**kas, I cross my heart and pull the trigger |
| Dear God if I die, let me see the eyes of my killa, so I can haunt that |
| Nigga |
| Poppa shot me through the rubber |
| He knew that I would be a young bad muthaf**ka |
| When i |
| Chorus (2x): murder, murder (murder, murder) |
| Kill, kill (kill, kill) |
| Shit’s real (shit's real) |
| On the battlefield (on the battlefield) |
| (mystikal) |
| I said I’m sick and tired of tellin you niggas I’m not that nigga to |
| Play with |
| They thinkin that they can tell me whatever they want and I ain’t gon |
| Say shit |
| I guess I’m supposed to be lettin you call me bitches and hoes to my |
| Face |
| Just look at ya, let ya f**k over me, ignore ya, then go by my way |
| Cut it out, stop that, unless ya got that feelin |
| However, wherever, whenever ya ready, I’m that nigga |
| «ow!» |
| That was me whippin the f**k out that bitch in the? |
| waffle house? |
| Look at you now, I’m warnin you nigga wherever you f**k up right there |
| I’m shuttin you down, I’m tellin you if we don’t know you don’t come |
| Round that tank |
| Or no limit gon clown, I f**k over yo ass balls as big as godzilla |
| Here lizard, lizard, lizard, I’m comin to get ya |
| When I catch ya, you can betcha, blood gon spill |
| Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill |
| (mac) |
| I was born a soldier, mama will tell ya I never was fake, I was real |
| I’m camouflaged and never die, it been that way since I was l’il |
| Murder, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, it’s real |
| You cross me wrong, don’t think I forgot ya, just waitin on you to chill |
| You started beef with the assassin, when you see me you gotta be blastin |
| Ain’t no love for the other side, cause I get all up in the ass and |
| Operation uptown, ghetto niggas shell shocked |
| Camoflauged down, soldier rebound, straight off the block |
| What? |