Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murder Outside, artist - Young Chris. Date of issue: 18.07.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Murder Outside |
| Yellow tape caution, … cuffers |
| Blowing up crutches, airing up targets |
| Shit ain’t adding up, how you niggers out balling |
| Blow money’s fast and you niggers all starving |
| Is when we set the dogs on them |
| Young cats… put a … on them |
| I get a lock and I shake, here’s a shot for the hate |
| Pack boys, who wanna work, I got a … |
| Buy every fucking bottle just to pop in they face |
| Have a champagne party, bitch drown in this ace |
| Like… money, shooters surrounding his chick |
| And I’m … what y’all can take… |
| Stay ground and never break, |
| Eliminate all the fakes |
| Leave up my luggage while you fuckers renovate out of state |
| Lifestyle is corporate get your biznesses straight |
| Rappers running out of breath, get your finesses' shape |
| Kinda … shoot them little pricks off the… |
| Young pitbull, burn them little tips of my ass |
| The shit for the love, we ain’t hurting out here |
| … hunting live, … who wanna die |
| … I ain’t asking who want a ride |
| I do this shit by myself… by my belt, bitch |
| Happen every time where I’m from |
| Never body dropping, nigger call the police |
| So call gangster tower 911 |
| Niggers supposed to keep the peace out in the streets |
| Tell mama it’s murder outside |
| And it just might be her boy |
| Homicide, gotta question somebody |
| Somebody, can identify this young boy |
| Long as I’m alive, I do this shit till the death of me |
| Fucking all the bitches, touching paper you will never see |
| How we cook it till never forget the recipe |
| I’ve been passed, then why they keep on testing me? |
| Niggers get ahead of themselves, think they ahead of me |
| Better keep this shit to yourself, |
| Niggers rather see the town fall, |
| Shit … all along, my security is my vest and my gun |
| I ain’t scared, promise to leave them dead |
| Only bitch in my bed, is neither one… |
| I came up on the weed, … |
| Demons in my mirr, streets in my ear |
| … kinda please keep it there |
| …trying to build him his career… |
| I can feel it in the air |