| Murder
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| Mur-murder
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| Murder musica
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| Murder
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| Mur-murder
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| Murder musica
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| Murder
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| Mur-mur
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| Murder musica
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| Murder
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| Mur-murder
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| Murder musica
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| Yeah
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| Click One in the motherfuckin' house
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| Wicked Minds
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| Lil' Rob
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| It’s murder music
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| Homie, I’m strapped up with the clapper rappin'
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| That’s what happenin'
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| Get hog tied in the booth for actin'
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| Exposure for your rhyme book
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| Funny how you sounded like me
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| Surrounded with G’s, with shaved heads
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| Locs in them tee’s
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| We smokin' the trees
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| Click One block
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| Open in knees
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| I’m Wicked as Wreck, take two to your neck, fuckin' with these
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| I walk on water
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| Literally, niggas ain’t feelin' me
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| Until they see artillery, an infantry die industry
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| I remember when we used to play shoot 'em up, BANG BANG
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| Gangbangin', motherfucker
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| Our ways to hang you, motherfucker
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| We the ones chasin' ya
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| But was never losin' ya
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| Speeding in the rhamfla
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| Bumpin' murder musica
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| Got a brand new nine, double end with hollow tippings
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| Releasin' heat rocks
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| Everytime that I pop the clip in
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| Start duckin'
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| When I start buckin'
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| Cause I ain’t givin' a fuck when
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| They’re pushin' the wrong buttons, gettin' yourself into somethin'
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| Chorus: Lil' Rob
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| It’s murder musica
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| Something you pop your clip into
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| Murder musica, homeboy, what you gonna do
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| When us vatos
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| Come after you
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| And start shootin' ya
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| Bumpin' murder musica, fuck you
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| It’s murder musica
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| Something you pop your clip into
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| Murder musica, homeboy, what you gonna do
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| When us vatos
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| Come after you
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| And start shootin' ya
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| Bumpin' murder musica
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| Puerto Rican with a bad attitude
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| 6'2″, 240, so don’t make me act a fool
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| I’ll be
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| Droppin' fools if they disrespect
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| And if you cross my path, then I
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| You get a Wreck
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| Got a wicked ass mind down to do the crime
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| And if you owe this nigga money, then you runnin' out of time
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| Te represento
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| A diez y ocho de sur
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| De Los Angeles
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| Romero, tell 'em the rest
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| Don’t make me have to pull my
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| Motherfuckin' mack out (Mack out)
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| I’m blowin' motherfucker’s
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| Backs out (Backs out)
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| You best to duck when you hear that sound (BUCK, BUCK)
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| I’m comin'
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| I’m runnin'
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| Make murder musica
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| Shoot up your car, gives a fuck who you are
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| Don’t fuck with the R to the O, you should already know
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| And if wanna go to war, my whole army would go
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| We brown with rage, roll around with .80 rounds in the kay
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| To tear you to pieces
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| Fuck it, I’ll just bury you, breezy
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| Repeat Chorus
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| I got murder on my mind, plus two holes in my clip
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| I pull a W-H-I-Double T-I-E-R buis'
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| We making daily contemplating over (???) your throats
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| You motherfuckers tryin' to look me up the way when I’m dumpin'
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| Fuck with something
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| Ese, better know what we do
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| Just play your grinds in firme, and it’ll go all smooth
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| I slang dope to survive, tried to open your eyes
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| Hop back and spit
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| Cock back and die
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| Homie, I pop pills and guns on the daily basis
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| Approachin' motherfuckers with those paly faces
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| The case is
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| I been on the flame impatient
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| Fuck a DJ
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| Don’t let me get to name the stations
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| So play my shit, fag
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| I’ll hold you for ransom
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| I rock shit like coke and grip mics like angus
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| So speak and get stole on, fag
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| My flight flew
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| It’s proven to leave
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| Rappers in graves, it’s murder music
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| It’s murder musica
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| Something you pop your clip into
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| Murder musica, homeboy, what you gonna do
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| When us vatos
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| Come after you
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| And start shootin' ya
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| Bumpin' murder musica |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murder Musica , by - Wicked Minds. Song from the album Wicked Minds Box Set, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп