Текст песни Murder - Bizarre & Kuniva

Detroit
Motown
Hey, guess what?
They gave us a Super Bowl this year
And you know what happened?

Robbin', shootin', killing, murder
Murder, murder
Robbin', shootin', killing, murder
Murder, murder

Henny'ed up, Remy'ed up
Ski mask, black truck
Dickie outfit, passenger side (pistol grippin' punk)
Fuck it, I just did two lines
A chrome TEC-9, it'll tear out nigga's spine

It's a party, go in and have fun
'Cause after it's over all you going hear is (run, nigga, run)
Shooting, blasting, hitting the floor
Ten thousand in the safe, shit, I'm 'bout to score

'Cause I'm dangerous, off angel dust
Shit, I'll bust
Even the nigga that came with us
And this is for my niggas that be robbing and stealing
Carjacking, murder ones and fucking drug dealings

Robbin', shootin', killing, murder
Murder, murder
Robbin', shootin', killing, murder
Murder, murder

I stumble in the club blowed, nine millimetre cocked
Something's telling me to stop
Fuck it, I don't see the cops
Niggas don't believe it 'til they see it's out
Stupid motherfuckers wanna take the scenic route, now the heater's out

Bitches scream like I pulled my penis out
Begging me to put that big motherfucker away, but the demon's out
Everybody on the floor, come out of that mink
Come out of them diamonds, and you come out of that Velour

The party is over, shut the fuck down, cut the music
Matter of fact, turn it back up, shit, I can use it
I need the noise, in case I have to let a couple off
Saw another icy chain, walked over and tugged it off

Give me that buttersoft, and since you buying out the bar
You can buy my drinks for today and tomorrow
I'm out for the paper, my homie, better hide your jewels
I'm in the game starving and I ain't playing by the rules, nigga

Robbin', shootin', killing, murder
Murder, murder
Robbin', shootin', killing, murder
Murder, murder

Shady
It's The Re-Up