Lyrics:
me get by
I been buyed
Me, my two cents, and some dead guys
I hit you out ya left eye
It's R.I.P's I do it when we get high
Throwing Up a dub like
a sketching Basquiats my arts are works of genius
From a city if you stare a nigga mug could be the meanest
So I iced my top and bottom cuz shit mine gon' be
different mothers, for them I'll split your wig
Straight out the gutter going straight for the butter, they thought it was cool whip
Lil mama look better
becoming
Your kids with no Dad it'll be all for nothing
Y'all niggas ain't special you no President
You bleed like I bleed it ain't really too pleasant
Them
and charbroil her on the bonfire
And bon voyage, bitch, I'm like Chef Boyar-dee in this bitch
Send a bomb to my mom's lawyer
I'm a problem for you, boy, you
As for me, I'll remember the sadness
Shown in the eyes of the man
If we meet someday, you can bet I would say
That it's me, Mr. Shorty, your friend
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
)
I'll try to pretend to (Try to pretend to)
Have your interests at heart
Promise to take you far
Open up your mind
Are you ready for the ride?
Do you
send them hoes some bottles, man them bitches looking thirsty (Thirsty)
My checks are for the rim, I'm in this bitch, I'm looking birdie (damn)
You know
to confusion
What do you get the shit or quit I'm singing it
Bit by bit legit and hit critics are hating it
Critics can't stop me my music will always play
I got
Beat you herbs then carve up your henchmen
You starve for attention, but are you hungry enough to eat your words?
You spit that club nonsense, I hop in
on the stand and make 'em plead the fifth
It doesn't matter cause I'm flattered by the way that you sweat
the crew but who the fuck are you to question what we
like Mr incredible
All of my efforts are credible
Spittin the game like its sensible
I do not fuck with the principles
Shout out my nigga Harambe
way
Then grip on your ting
Cah we don't play, we come here to murder
Get run down and chinged like C-Murder
Shoutout lil bro, he got down Shh
With gang,
different, you got me confused
Don't need that around me, to show I got juice
We're out here grinding, just living the dream
I know that I'll get it, that's by
Ain't it a shame?
That it came to this.
Life goes on except for one less bitch.
Ain't it trip?
[Chorus: x2]
Murder Murder Murder. You never
The two face gang
Stay in your lane, bitch
I'm trynna reach the fame
Ya
Y'all ready know I had to make this
This not a diss
I think you all are good people
right?
Yeah, one time for Tito Puente, one time
Are you ready?
Yeah, of course we cannot leave out, Mr Ray Baretto
Are you ready?Are you ready?Are you
I suggest that you do so
For now I shall fight all my battles on my own
There's too much work to do
I can sleep when I'm dead
Get rid of this alcohol
role but on both sides
I saw your thumb up when I drove by
Bitch I knew you was fronting this whole time
I keep it blunt got it rolled tight
Don't care
burning while blood floods my lungs...
I'm gagging on an aging breath 'cause the next does not come...
God, are you real?
Most things silent and invisible
a nigga
Need to tell the truth that's the real you
You talking shit but ion' hear you
I'm so up you down so I ain't near you
So behind me, yeah you in
this family and my momma, too
But please brah, won't ya come back for Lil Wayne
And see Cita, Mrs. Rose, Sheryl, Kemp and plus Sinetra
Dog, we really
shit to say
I can't commit murder in third degree
I'm better then that, I got first in me
I'm hailin' over you like a detective at a murder scene
I can't
Discuss these are you ready for murder by mr lil one Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In