Murder, Murder, Kill, Kill Lyrics – Mac
Singer: Mac
Title: Murder, Murder, Kill, Kill
Soldier rag on my eye, soldier fit on my frame
If I’m dyin’ bad, don’t tell my folks, I wasn’t no joke when I blasted
Wrap me up in camoflauge, and put that tank on my casket
That n#gg# was hip hop, that n#gg# was gangsta
That n#gg# was tall, that n#gg# was slim
That n#gg# was shell shocked
You wouldn’t want f#ck with him
I hung with killas, I hung with soldiers
I hung with Gs, I hung with thugs
I hung with them n#gg#s
Who probably wanted to murda me
f#ckas, I cross my heart and pull the trigger
Dear God if I die, let me see the eyes of my killa
So I can haunt that n#gg#, poppa shot me through the rubber
He knew that I would be a young bad muthaf#cka, when I
Murda, murda, murda, murda
Kill, kill, kill, kill
Shit’s real, shit’s real
On the battlefield, on the battlefield
Murda, murda, murda, murda
Kill, kill, kill, kill
Shit’s real, shit’s real
On the battlefield, on the battlefield
I said, I’m sick and tired of tellin’ you n#gg#s
I’m not that n#gg# to play with
They thinkin’ that they can tell me whatever they want
And I ain’t gon say sh#t
I guess I’m supposed to be lettin’ you call me b#tches
And hoes to my face
Just look at ya, let ya f#ck over me, ignore ya
Then go by my way
Cut it out, stop that, unless ya got that feelin’
However, wherever, whenever ya ready, I’m that n#gg#
You said, “f#ck No Limit”, then the next thing you heard was “Ow”
That was me whippin’ the f#ck out that b#tch in the Waffle House
Look at you now, I’m warnin’ you n#gg#
Wherever you f#ck up right there
I’m shuttin’ you down, I’m tellin’ you
If we don’t know you don’t come round that tank
Or No Limit gon clown, I f#ck over yo #ss balls as big as Godzilla
Here lizard, lizard, lizard, I’m comin’ to get ya
When I catch ya, you can betcha, blood gon spill
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Murda, murda, murda, murda
Kill, kill, kill, kill
Shit’s real, shit’s real
On the battlefield, on the battlefield
Murda, murda, murda, murda
Kill, kill, kill, kill
Shit’s real, shit’s real
On the battlefield, on the battlefield
I was born a soldier, mama will tell ya I never was fake, I was real
I’m camouflaged and never die, it been that way since I was l’il
Murda, murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, it’s real
You cross me wrong, don’t think I forgot ya, just waitin’ on you to chill
You started beef with the Assassin, when you see me you gotta be blastin’
Ain’t no love for the other side, ’cause I get all up in the #ss and
Operation uptown, ghetto n#gg#s shell shocked
Camoflauged down, soldier rebound, straight off the block, what?
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