Murder Man
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That shit crazy man
You know they say this and that about Mo3 man
They don't never say how the young
Nigga put the city on the map though
I put this bitch on my back nigga
Just like that
You see on my side on gangland, you know
My side on the street life
Tie a nigga up, lynch a bitch
Murda Man, nigga almost forgot
Murda Man, on motherfuckin' 3 nigga
Ready for war, I gotta dedicate it to my enemy
You gotta chill, what they keep tellin' the boy
Run up the car, we gotta get 'em gone, we catch 'em off guard
I got them hitters lurkin' out at your door
Go get it, don't mention 'bout it, collapse
Oh they did it, he twitchin'
Not on parole but still I'll pay you a visit
Oh you stay by that nigga? You not as if I keep the K by the window
Better be duckin', by the way when I get him
Better slow it down, roll around, TTG, A-N-G
Train to go, holy cow, lookin' at a demon
Calico, without the scope I got him, I don't need it
Walk a nigga down just to stop a nigga breathin'
I'm with it, oh yes, they on the internet, sendin' them threats
Talkin' about how they gon' take somethin'
I can feel it, they got hate for me
We put 'em on a shirt and fuck the
Funeral, we pull up at your wake dummy
And plus and they say nothin'
Lord I'm not perfect, just pray for me
Pray they don't try me, that day comin'
But when they do, nigga know I'ma shoot
I get 'em gone, gotta get all of that hate from me
Go get it out, gotta stay jumpin'
Call my dog, get a cage for me
With that Beretta I'm Chester
Have a beef with a murder molester
Who gon' pull up and come rape somethin'
And I know they gon' tell on me
Thought you was gangster, you scared of me
I will never let another nigga step on me
Mama was there for me
Don't know why these niggas slept on 3
Bitch I'm the streets, I'm the recipe, yeah
The city know what's up with me
This for any nigga that look up to 3
If a nigga ever try to up on me
I make sure he get up in his sleep
Everybody know when the Murda Man come, they gon' run
Tell 'em that they better keep they gun, better keep you one
Them drums still go ba-ba-bum-bum-bum, duh-duh-dum-dum-dum
Do you niggas know where the youngin' come from? Bitch I go dumb
It's the Murda Man, Murda Man, yeah
I'm a blessing from God sent to the street
I am the struggle, I can't be beat
Tryna keep that devil away from me
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray to the Lord my soul to take
Get at your boys, pull up on 'em, everybody in they yard
Oh my god, they finna snatch a nigga chain, who?
I swear to god I'ma shoot for the stars
And try to knock a nigga head off his frame
I'm ready to get 'em, look at his partner, they be talkin' a lot
I'm Freddy Krueger when I walk up the block, bitch
I keep a Ruger when I'm out with a Glock
Real shooter put you off in a box
Don't let me knock off your top
These niggas don't know my story
They don't know the past that I've been through
I would hate if I have to come and kill you
Your family, they'll miss you
They ain't doin' right in my zone, yeah
So leave me alone, yeah
I came a long way, I got it the hard way
And I still don't look down, yeah
Back to the wild with the hood on my shoulder
Like a bulldog, I'm finna crash somethin'
Go get at your mans, we double back and go and get him again
I knock the pants off a crash dummy
They know that I'm next, 03 the best
Why would you lie to the press?
I know it's hard but you gotta confess
That I'm the king of my city, it's nothin' less
And the shit that I spit, wanna bet?
I make it cry, lookin' flesh
Put that on the set, these niggas mad for the shit that I done
I'm a don, you can't fuck with me nigga
The hate that you do not enough for me nigga
Make room for the kids that look up to me nigga
They better than who? No competition, nigga slept with a tool
You look a fool tryna step to the dude
Bitch I'm a goon, you know I'm clutchin', keep a stick and a broom
Street sweeper when I step through the room
Everybody know when the Murda Man come, they gon' run
Tell 'em that they better keep they gun, better keep you one
Them drums still go ba-ba-bum-bum-bum, duh-duh-dum-dum-dum
Do you niggas know where the youngin' come from? Bitch I go dumb
It's the Murda Man, Murda Man, yeah
I'm a blessing from God sent to the street
I am the struggle, I can't be beat
Tryna keep that devil away from me
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray to the Lord my soul to take