Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Your Murder On, artist - Young Buck. Album song TIP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.11.2005
Record label: John Galt Entertainment
Song language: English
Get Your Murder On |
| You niggas got me fucked up, it’s time to go to war |
| Nigga so what’s up, I bust up, any muh’fucker feelin he rougher |
| I can’t get enough of, showin niggas what time it is |
| Go inside his crib, find his kids 'til we find the shit |
| Go ahead and keep buyin shit, act like you run the town |
| On the worst day, your birthday, that’s when I cut you down |
| Let me show you how, to make this money by the pound |
| Get a black dickie fit, can’t forget the hundred rounds |
| Still a murder man, told myself I’d never hurt again |
| Niggas out here hoes, so I’m kickin in they do’s |
| And nobody knows when a nigga like me be comin |
| Nigga stop drop and roll when a nigga like me be gunnin |
| Wanna live to see tomorrow? |
| Better calm down your woman |
| And that shit in that plastic bag better be all hundreds |
| When my mask down, that mean I’m ready to blast now |
| Taught your ass a lesson, bet you’ll learn how to act now |
| Get your murder on — cock it back and let it go |
| Bitch I represent them killers who be kickin in them do’s |
| Get your muder on — black down from head to toe |
| See I tried to tell you once niggas don’t want war |
| Just look at life from my point of view, run where I call home |
| Feel what a gun do and I’ll bet you |
| Wonder why my mind strong livin the life |
| When niggas really don’t live long playin me sheist |
| See I’m goin all out, like straight hoes to dykes |
| Switchin the game around like Reeboks from Nikes |
| Stayin in my black dickies, t-shirts all white |
| Thugged out, what it’s all about, all right |
| Let’s just shoot it out now, we can do it all night |
| It don’t matter, the 50 caliber gon' bite |
| Watch 'em scatter, the loud sound got 'em all fright |
| Get the cheddar, then let them cowards hear the dual pipes |
| When we bite, we fight like pits on red meat |
| Is this life the shit nigga? |
| Yes it fuckin be |
| Freaks take a glimpse, they scream Buck’s the shit |
| Now fiend for the dick, as I lean in the 6 |
| Back in my 'llac the auto fo'-fo's and Optimos |
| Kickin in do’s on the one stressin |
| Let me get that out you hoes, me and my snub nose |
| Bonnie and Clyde, when we ride, both of us have open eyes |
| Realized I’m a young nigga, puttin it fuckin down |
| Never goin to sleep without a hundred fuckin miles |
| Layin it down, my name is known throughout town |
| Blaka blaka, blaka blaka |