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Текст (слова) песни: Silkk The Shocker - Murder



Yall niggaz ready for this silkk the shocker shit?

(yall niggaz out there bangin) switch! (claimin red and blue)

Yall niggaz bout it? nigga be a leader not a follower

(my muthafuckin tru tatoo) uuunnnggghhh!

Chorus (2x): murder, murder, murder, murder

187, cause I dont give a fuck

[silkk]

Well, its time to ride, slide

Them niggaz that fucked up, they lucked up

Seen them niggaz rollin in they cutlass

Im about act bad, no doubt, Im a go in they house

And if they home, Im a blast, take them niggaz out

Cause we be bout drama, no fuck that, we bout killin

Drama, fuck all that, stay real when its time to peel

Caps, no doubt, hah I check the house

Cause I aint gon be satisfied till all yall stressed out

Thats a fuckin shame, I aint gon be satisfied til I see blood, nigga

What you think we was doin before we was rappin, we was drug dealers

You think Im a let this shit slide cause I done got fame

Fuck the name, I cant have shit in this fuckin game

Without niggaz tryin to test nuts, tryin to act bad

Im a fuck you nigga

You gon have a closed casket and Im gon crack yo mask

You talkin shit, but, bitch, its goin down

See I was locked up for a second, but now Im home now

Its time for niggaz to get checked, they done pushed me to the limit

I was a cool nigga, but now, its only the beginnin

Its time to ride, when its time to slide, you die

No doubt about it, act bad, lets put that on the vibes

Chorus (2x)

[master p]

Mr. wicked, I be comin hard, just like a hurricane

Choo-choo, shootin brains, killin mr. murder, mad

Hustla, balla, mr. fuckin do-a-reporter

Dont give a fuck about a bitch or a balla

Break me off proper, gun in that doctor

Gats at yo head, call me mr. non-stopper

Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder

Down south hustla, west coast ruler

3rd ward villian, Im in the killin

They ban my videos from tv, they say they drug dealin

Ice cream slangin,

And if the radio dont play this gangsta shit, what are they thinkin?

They could stop, a nigga from comin up

They could stop a young nigga from makin big bucks

Independent, and black owned

But still got more money than al capone

Yall niggaz cant stop a killa,

A murder, a hustla, fuck it, a drug deala

But if they shoot, did up with police

Ready to run dope from here to the middle east

And call me mr. paul

Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like steven seagal

Mr. killa, the ghetto kadofy

And 187 on any nigga that try to stop me

Chorus (2x)

[big ed]

Niggaz, they want to start some stack

But if they stack then let it be started

And at your funeral, I want to here em say dearly departed

Because I got it on my mind and on my mind I gots it

When I pop ya with this heart rock

Make your heart stop cause Im bout it

Jack you like a new jersey drive

My niggaz are always down for that who ride, I ride

Creep with these killas on our tippy tippy toes

See the barrel knows where the bullet go

And then we smash off in that 4 by 4

See we rolled on ya set and then bucked

A bunch of niggaz fallen and they cant get up

You wants to fuck with this tru click and get ya khakis creased

Get your shirt pressed and the bullets rip through yo chest

Tru niggaz dont fall, fool, we to busy flossin

It might be your ho we tossin

Step to us and we make ya hits like michael jackson

Cause every nigga in my crew is bout it and we packin

Chorus (2x)

Ha ha. now yall know. we run the muthafuckin streets.

No limit. true to the game. silkk the shocker.

This shit go out to all yall gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches

(soldiers) from richmond (atlanta) down south (alabama)

To the east coast (to the west coast)

To motherfuckin kentucky, missouri (to florida) to dallas (houston)

To new orleans (austin, texas) to muthafuckin miami (d.c.) to

Cinnicinnati (ohio) to d.c. (north carolina, south carolina) fuckin

Baton rouge (oklahoma) mississippi (kansas city) lafayette (georgia,

Seattle, washington) detroit (omaha, nebraska) chicago (phoenix)

To all yall muthafuckin ghetto (alberquerque) gangsta (indiana) real

Niggaz and bitches (all yall niggaz thats locked up) everywhere.

Murder, murder, murder, murder. ha ha.

But yall niggaz betta watch yall ass

(watch yall ass) so yall wont get caught up in motherfuckin 187

(a 187)

Cause every nigga I know is bout it (bout it!)

Nigga that mean dont trust nobody (these niggaz rowdy)

Cause the sreets is real. believe that.

 

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