| Geah
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| Yo, Hoo-Bangin' niggas offcials for the year 2G
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| I want y’all niggas to say hello to the bad nigga, uh
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| Hoo-Bangin', what’s up
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| Geah
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| Ya know this ??? |
| muthafucka’s life ain’t shit
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| Right here
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| Creepin' up on your ass
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| For the year 2G
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| Must be murder
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| Nighttime vision, my hot nine catching you while you sleep
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| It’s critical nigga, it’s too deep
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| Fuck, your talk is cheap, paid to sweep
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| Ya know this killa nigga from the west side of the street
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| Old school fool, pack choose the rules
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| Confrontation, confront blazing tool
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| My mighty black sword is ready to duel
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| No sympathy when punishment’s include
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| Back the fuck up, niggas, I act up
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| Homerun-hitter, the quick nine-spitter
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| When my mind starts playing tricks and flashbacks
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| Of seein porno flicks, done criminal acts
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| Y’all ain’t touching my squad
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| Run the whole yard, anybody disguised, pulling your card
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| Mock my life, nigga, it’s too hard
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| Ready for battle in the streets, you get scarred
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| Must — be murder
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| Hoo-Bangin' for life ain’t no joke
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| Must be murder
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| Reppin' the West, so watch the gun smoke
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| I know my momma be praying her Lord save me
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| I bail the street with the strap, the homie daily
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| You’re crazy, y’all ain’t from my spot, so push
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| Before your dead body’s recovered, multiple shots
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| You speak by your weak position, thinkin' you’re strong
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| You’re wrong, nigga, watch my killa ambition
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| Touch ya, Hoo-Bang niggas who ride
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| Who roll on your side ready to die
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| Who lights up your life with hot flames
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| Real straight game, thug life’s the game
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| Gettin' it, never pretending since the beginning
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| Niggas like me keeps the world spinnin'
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| I ain’t done yet, enemies don’t tempt me
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| Unload episodes until my clip empty
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| Y’all ain’t gettin' the front line
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| Your front line, you can save conversation with my nine
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| Criminal mind, but this time a West Coast loc
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| Can’t stand a Compton nigga slangin' slugs like fuckin coke
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| Money made the illegal way, I roll the Regal way
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| Brown paper bag full of baggies to maintain
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| Just can’t stay away from hood niggas
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| Hood bitches, hood towns and hood sounds
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| Fuck anybody who disrespect get chin-checked
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| Fly like a eagle, the hollows hit the deck
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| Expect the worst in the hood if you gon' kick it
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| Doors open, murder show, go get your ticket
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| Sly, slick and wicked, bullets ready to rico-
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| Chet off your body, they toe tag, they stick it
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| The guns ready to straight catch ya
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| Murder was the case, trying to hide my face
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| Evil as they come
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| I clicks the fuckin' nine gun, y’all fools best to run
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| Geah
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| Hoo-Bangin's official
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| You know how the fuck we do it
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| Real niggas
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| In the Y2K
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| Doin' what the fuck we gotta do
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| Y’all niggas perpetrating
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| You know, keep it thug over here
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| You know, keep it thug right here, Hoo-Bangin' official
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| Y’all niggas is just like us
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| Real niggas on the block is how we keep it
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| Never fakin' the funk
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| 4−5's and 9's catchin' you, nigga
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| Till the day we die, fool
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| Geah
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| Compton, nigga
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| Geah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Must Be Murder , by - MC Eiht. Song from the album N' My Neighborhood, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп