Songtexte Murder - Neef Buck feat. Pooda Brown

Mo' shady, no women, no babies
Can get a 8 to 80, fuck you, blind, cripple and crazy
You best pay me, I'll get back what I cuffed ya
You try to burn me, my whole city tryna hunt ya
Name ring bells like Sunday at 12 o'clock
Mack 90, shoulder stock, I want 'em all locked
Fuck a case, I'mma give 'em a chase
Hammer so hot I almost burnt the fuckin' skin off my waist
I'm a nigga with an attitude, leg shot you, make a move
Love to see the blood ooze, you fuckin' with the wrong dude
I make you famous, read the papers and watch the news
I paid like I weigh, boy, I'm too smooth

In my town, niggas down be on that bullshit
You frontin', you get hit with a full clip
In my town, them niggas all so damn G.O
You ain't from 'round here, won't eat, yo
In my town, niggas know you livin' that work out
They in your crib bringin' that work out
In my town, them goonies come around with that black on
Them niggas all murderers

Short days and long nights, real drama be on sight
Federal's out the pipe, paramedics can't save your life
I done drove around your mama house 'bout four or five times
Tryna find some target practice with my brand new nine
Make no mistakes about cake, and muhfuckers is tired of it
The streets got rules, but only some gon' abide by it
War wires, caught priors, took the stand on your man
'Bout that soft tan, hundred and eighty-eight grams
Damn, where they do that at? Right around the corner, scrap
Lay them face first, flat, pellets all up in his back
All they felt, while they pair of J's and a Yankee hat
Old folks tryna find out where they can take me at

In my town, niggas down be on that bullshit
You frontin', you get hit with a full clip
In my town, them niggas all so damn G.O
You ain't from 'round here, won't eat, yo
In my town, niggas know you livin' that work out
They in your crib bringin' that work out
In my town, them goonies come around with that black on
Them niggas all murderers

Disrespectful, non-violent, no guidance
Sellin' sheet rock on my block, way out of balance
Watch you fall, barrel spinnin' on a bulldog
Now you wanna raise the white flag when we up on y'all
We ain't got the handshake, next time, just pump your brakes
Your bail was already made, preacher man already paid
Save, not too many can duck a grave
Half of my niggas out here, half of 'em in the cage
Ready to catch wreck as soon as they touch down
That P-90 Ruger, ooh, it's loud like surround sound
I get a rush for it, mama get a dress for it
This is facts, not rap, boy, I'm from the court

In my town, niggas down be on that bullshit
You frontin', you get hit with a full clip
In my town, them niggas all so damn G.O
You ain't from 'round here, won't eat, yo
In my town, niggas know you livin' that work out
They in your crib bringin' that work out
In my town, them goonies come around with that black on
Them niggas all murderers