paroles de chanson Murder - Silkk the Shocker
SILKK
THE
SHOCKER
LYRICS
"Murder"
Y'all
niggaz
ready
for
this
Silkk
the
Shocker
shit?
(Y'all
niggaz
out
there
bangin)
Switch!
(claimin
red
and
blue)
Y'all
niggaz
bout
it?
Nigga
be
a
leader
not
a
follower
(My
muthafuckin
TRU
tatoo)
Uuunnnggghhh!
Murder,
murder,
murder,
murder
187,
cause
I
don't
give
a
fuck
(Silkk)
Well,
it's
time
to
ride,
slide
Them
niggaz
that
fucked
up,
they
lucked
up
Seen
them
niggaz
rollin
in
they
cutlass
I'm
about
act
bad,
no
doubt,
I'm
a
go
in
they
house
And
if
they
home,
I'm
a
blast,
take
them
niggaz
out
Cause
we
be
bout
drama,
no
fuck
that,
we
bout
killin
Drama,
fuck
all
that,
stay
real
when
it's
time
to
peel
Caps,
no
doubt,
hah
I
check
the
house
Cause
I
ain't
gon
be
satisfied
till
all
ya'll
stressed
out
That's
a
fuckin
shame,
I
ain't
gon
be
satisfied
til
I
see
blood,
nigga
What
you
think
we
was
doin
before
we
was
rappin,
we
was
drug
dealers
You
think
I'm
a
let
this
shit
slide
cause
I
done
got
fame
Fuck
the
name,
I
can't
have
shit
in
this
fuckin
game
Without
niggaz
tryin
to
test
nuts,
tryin
to
act
bad
I'm
a
fuck
you
nigga
You
gon
have
a
closed
casket
and
I'm
gon
crack
yo
mask
You
talkin
shit,
but,
bitch,
it's
goin
down
See
I
was
locked
up
for
a
second,
but
now
I'm
home
now
It's
time
for
niggaz
to
get
checked,
they
done
pushed
me
to
the
limit
I
was
a
cool
nigga,
but
now,
it's
only
the
beginnin
It's
time
to
ride,
when
it's
time
to
slide,
you
die
No
doubt
about
it,
act
bad,
let's
put
that
on
the
vibes
(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
Don't
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,
I'm
in
the
killin
They
ban
my
videos
from
TV,
they
say
they
drug
dealin
Ice
cream
slangin,
And
if
the
radio
don't
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
Y'all
niggaz
can't
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
(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
got's
it
When
I
pop
ya
with
this
heart
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
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
can't
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
don't
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
Ha
ha.
Now
y'all
know.
We
run
the
muthafuckin
streets.
No
Limit.
True
to
the
game.
Silkk
the
Shocker.
This
shit
go
out
to
all
y'all
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
y'all
muthafuckin
ghetto
(Alberquerque)
gangsta
(Indiana)
real
Niggaz
and
bitches
(all
y'all
niggaz
that's
locked
up)
everywhere.
Murder,
murder,
murder,
murder.
Ha
ha.
But
y'all
niggaz
betta
watch
y'all
ass
(Watch
y'all
ass)
so
y'all
won't
get
caught
up
in
motherfuckin
187
(A
187)
Cause
every
nigga
I
know
is
bout
it
(Bout
it!)
Nigga
that
mean
don't
trust
nobody
(these
niggaz
rowdy)
Cause
the
sreets
is
real.
Believe
that.
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