Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murder Game, artist - Statik Selektah. Album song Lucky 7, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.07.2015
Record label: Duck Down, Showoff
Song language: English
Murder Game |
| Get him boy |
| Get him boy |
| Get him boy |
| I ain’t having it don’t try to give me dap |
| I don’t fuck with rats if you take the pack |
| Better bring that money back |
| It’s a simple fact, that the bill is scrapped |
| With the milli mac, hit you with a rack |
| It’s a mummy wrap |
| Haters jumping out got you frozen like a snapshot |
| Drumroll your whole team the mascot |
| Pure killa, no filter hoover gang |
| Real niggas never speak about our murder game |
| Crippling bullies, black hoodies |
| Get fully loaded nigga, I smack pussy |
| Pussy pussy cat, come here pussy cat |
| Pull that hoodie back |
| We shooting first ain’t no shooting back |
| I like my bitches from the hood |
| Head tied with the doobie wrap |
| She told me bring that big dog |
| I told her bring that cootie cat |
| 6 inch Ruger, 9 milli in that Louis bag |
| Down that shit I be quick to cop the tooly back |
| Bed for style is one the life is won |
| My barrel is thorough fill a cold burrow |
| Niggas on me, I’mma RIP 'em |
| Put him on display let his homies see him |
| This young boy think the game is soft |
| Till they get they whole head knocked off |
| My nigga still shocked from the crack era |
| 20 years later coming home together |
| This style is that really good shit |
| This that wish a nigga would shit |
| 2pac and Suge shit |
| Got a lot of niggas mad because the money’s steady coming in |
| When I pull my phone out them bitches put they number in |
| Automatic guns you can call my niggas drummer men |
| And when they go burrrrahh, you see a bunch of running men |
| If you ain’t fucking with M. A aye well fuck 'em then |
| The mixtape is coming that’s a way to bring the summer in |
| 25 years with an L on it |
| Put a closed eye no scale on it |
| Fuck paid a quarter hope it come back |
| If not guns out and we come back |
| Still from day one all about the money |
| Paranoid niggas so they move funny |
| Taught a boy learn from the hand to hand |
| Death is life, you can die or you stand |
| I don’t give a fuck, not a motherfuck |
| Not a single solitary fuck |
| Pussy cream when the pistol buck |
| Keep a pistol tucked |
| Come up missing when you mess with us |
| Fuck the game, bitch I run the team the commissioner |
| I’mma freak, I’mma vicious one |
| Got some bitches tougher than you niggas that will hit you up |
| Tell the coroner, zip you up |
| Pop a zip, tell a sensai roll a cinci up |
| Brooklyn, home of the official |
| Motherfuckers comeing with a shock for your body tissue |
| Probably miss you if you was somebody important |
| Relevant rappers getting clapped in that black coffin |
| That’s often seen when I’m on the scene nah-mean? |
| M.A said get him Buck, I get him with the team nah-mean? |
| When I’m on the scene nah-mean? |
| M.A said get him Buck, I get him with the team |
| Get him boy feel what I’m spitting boy |
| When the clip deploy niggas get destroyed |
| RIP, now all I need is a clip of blow it in the crowd |
| Fuck loud that ain’t shit to me |
| Nigga try it, you a joke no laughing |
| But I’mma grab 'e see heads dying |
| Feds eying shots firing |
| BK the liars men bitch where I just went |
| Yea yea |
| I buck 'em down, I buck em down |
| I buck 'em down, I buck em down |
| I buck 'em down |