paroles de chanson Murder - Busy Bee
I
was
walkin
down
a
dark
way,
trouble
had
to
find
me
The
street
corner
shark
was
comin
up
behind
me
I
grabbed
my
pistol,
punk
started
to
whistle
Like
you
got
a
missile,
boy,
you
know
this'll
Be
fun,
I
put
my
hand
up
on
my
gun
He
tried
to
cut
me
on
run,
huh
- but
yo,
I'm
not
the
one
Flexin
up
the
trigger
finger,
a
dead
ringer
I'm
not
a
singer,
and
life
just
don't
linger
But
I
looked
the
boy
in
his
eyes,
and
he
almost
cried
But
before
he
died
In
the
first
degree
That's
what
you
get
when
you're
messin
with
the
Busy
Bee
Yeah,
murder
You
better
write
your
will
I'm
Busy
Bee,
I
pay
the
bills,
dressed
to
kill
Murder
style
Murder
style
A
black
guy
on
Howard
Beach
A
boy
lay
bleedin
from
his
head
to
his
feet
The
police
writin
up
his
report
Drinkin
coffee
from
a
cup
and
doin
what
he
was
taught
At
the
academy,
mistaken
identity
The
boy
was
a
friend
of
me,
guess
he
wasn't
meant
to
be
Remedies,
diagnosis
or
cure
or
a
conclusion
There's
no
confusion,
it's
just
winnin
and
losin
Hey,
there's
no
pity
or
remorse
There's
no
pause,
cause
what's
lost
is
lost
Huh,
so
throw
his
body
in
the
bag
And
they'll
say
that
he
was
high
on
crack
But
it's
In
the
first
degree
That's
what
you
get
when
you're
messin
with
society
Yeah,
murder
You
better
write
your
will
I'm
Busy
Bee,
I
pay
my
bills,
dressed
to
kill
I'm
talkin
bout
Girl
named
Patty
drived
a
black
Caddy
The
girl
was
so
fine,
I
wanted
to
kiss
her
daddy
Bring
her
mama
out
to
dinner
Bring
Patty
to
the
race
track,
then
bring
home
a
winner
Buy
her
earrings
and
medaillons
I
got
juice
by
the
gallon
But
she
got
legs
like
a
stallion
Plus
to
be
a
cutie's
her
duty
She
got
brains
plus
beauty
Don't
even
think
about
the
booty
Bumpers,
and
she
got
no
breaks
So
when
she
walks
her
shimmy'll
shake
Like???
from
the
earthquake,
on
the
eaves
she
would
drop
She'd
go
on
the
horn
and
say
"I
can't
stop"
The
way
she
move,
the
way
she
pose
She
knows
how
to
put
on
- and
even
take
off
clothes
I
never
leave
her,
I
never
desert
her
She
so
bad
- the
bitch
was
murder
Yeah
Dance,
sucker
This
is
murder
A
pretty
good-lookin,
fine
young
lady
Drivin
a
Mercedes,
soon
to
have
a
baby
Three
months
gone,
she's
treated
like
a
pawn
And
all
the
joyridin
good
times
- all
that
was
gone
Her
world
changed,
she
was
feelin
strange
Things
was
runnin
through
her
brain,
cravin,
hunger
pains
And
her
friend,
he
stopped
goin
steady
Then
reality
hit
her
- she
realized
she
ain't
ready
So
now
she
must
proceed
with
caution
And
sneak
to
the
clinic
and
gettin
an
abortion
They're
both
foetal,
the
less
is
too
evil
It'
still
raw,
but
still
legal
It's
murder
In
the
first
degree
That's
what
you
get
when
you're
messin
with
society
Yeah,
it's
murder
You
better
write
your
will
I'm
Busy
Bee,
I
pay
the
bills,
I'm
dressed
to
kill
In
Bed-Stuy
It's
do
or
die
It's
no
why
Why's
a
crooked
letter
Yes,
let's
go
get
her
You
better
met
my
beretta
(Why?)
The
song
set
her
Don't
do
the
crime
If
you
can't
do
the
time
Do
let
her
get
away
To
pray
you
must
lay
Because
if
you
get
caught
You
get
the
time
anyway
A
lotta
guys
went
to
jail
who
ain't
ready
The
only
thing
worse
than
a
criminal
is
one
that's
petty
Go
to
jail
to
get
large
He's
doin
life
- what's
his
charge?
In
the
first
degree
That's
what
you
get
when
you're
messin
with
the
Busy
Bee
Yeah,
it's
murder
You
better
write
your
will
I'm
Busy
Bee,
I
pay
the
bills,
I'm
dressed
to
kill
Talkin
bout
Murder
style
![Busy Bee - Running Thangs](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/f/t/p/w/mpNomOwpTf.jpg)
1 Running Thangs
2 Suicide
3 Murder
4 Converse
5 Get Busy
6 I Don't Play
7 Kickin' Flavor
8 Express
9 Old School
10 Jazzy On The Mix
11 Express (Remix)
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