Lyrics:
murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Mo' murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Dear Mr. Ouija
Let 'em know who the boss is
So nigga you wanna get
murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Mo' murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Dear Mr. Ouija
Let 'em know who the boss is
So nigga you wanna get
coats, we wrap 'em and send 'em in boats
I am a piper, a peeper, a pepper, I will be glad to serve you my lil' peppers
Welcome to the Murder Trap
please, no r.i.p.'s for these westside gees
I fires up the stick, grabs the nine and the clip
Which I stash by my fuckin dick
Definitely set-trippin,
world unified seeks high demand, I'm certified and sold out for God's plan, now I'm witnessing, so what are you here for, man
All they see is murder
for your download link
I let Ja Rule when I murder ink
Murder pink, murder what you thought and what you think
This Queens prodigy is the product
rock
make your heart stop cause I'm bout it
Jack you like a New Jersey drive
My niggaz are always down for that who ride, I ride
Creep with these
rock
make your heart stop cause I'm bout it
Jack you like a New Jersey drive
My niggaz are always down for that who ride, I ride
Creep with these
peace
I'm shooting up your album release
Baggin' bricks with your niece
Come and get you a piece
I'm taking responsibility for
The murder increase, it's
the passion
I can't explain, I can't refrain
Tears is fallin', never thought I'd see the day
Friends is callin' askin, "Homie, are you okay?"
She told me
Murder music, lucky I ain't bring my Gucci flow
Now who's involved? I leave that pussy pookie low
Suits and coats, I show you all the do's and don'ts
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
Yo, murder music, just for this type of shit they could ban us
'Cause this what they gon' play when they wipe they prints off the hammers
I'm really
of the hype you hear at the barber
If the odds are stacked against us, they're likely to stack 'em on us
Lil Tune, aka no cartoon, no Hanna-Barbera
I ain't
to compare
(Uh, huh)
You need to scribe this jewelry I write
To save this shit on a server (Uh, huh)
And type the way that I speak
For movin' space on a cursor
And y'all will fall when I call my dogs
I'll be ready anytime you wanna go (ho)
Put him on the ground wit' the 4-4
I just wanna let a nigga know
Niggas
And y'all will fall when I call my dogs
I'll be ready anytime you wanna go (ho)
Put him on the ground wit' the 4-4
I just wanna let a nigga know
Niggas
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
a thug world t-h-you-g
[Chorus]
You ready for tha midwest invasion we bringing them new millennium soldiers
Layzie and Twista y'all better believe we
niggas doin' drive-bys
If murder was the case that they gave Snoop
Then how the fuck you thinking they gon' save you?
Them niggas played you
You doin'
(uh-huh)
You need to 'cribe this jewelry I write
And save this shit on a server (uh-huh)
And type the way that I speak for movin' space on a cursor
I
me trigger)
Yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee kill me trigger)
I live by the trigger so I die by the trigger
All I catch is murder cases all they
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
whole fuckin click nigga, what the fuck you came for
I'm a ride with ya, or die with ya
Fuck it, we came this far, I ain't leavin without ya
Mr. magic
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