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