Mystikal - Murderer Lyrics
Chorus (mystikal & insane): repeat 2x[insane] guns murder niggas at night....[mystikal] man, niggas even kill niggas at night[insane] cops murder niggas at night...[mystikal] Ill be *****ed if Im gonna let them *****es murder mine!!![mystikal]Mother*****in murderer....shot my *****in brotherBut when I find him, Im gone get that mother*****er!He playin the role of one them niggas thats always talkin noiseRunnin inside, talkin that shit, front of his *****in boys***** that, Im lockin that bolt backLoadin that gat, here that glock come, [gunshot]Outcha *****in head... standin on the cornerIm peepin on ya, so I can creep up on ya!!!!Calmin my nerves, get rid of these punks and stick em in my mindYou want it? fine, I done reached for that nineIm gone do you inIm tellin ya ***** you gone have to get up quickAnd hit the bricks before I do you inTwo of your boys spied me cominThem coward-hearted niggas started runninBut not you though, you gots to play the hard roleStop playin it up like a bone, ***** I know you areTalkin head gonna put you on your deathbedJust cuz you got a gat, thats just why you actin braveGot a gat I got a glock, whatcha gone do?Handle your business, dont let your business handle you!Chorus[mystikal]Pull your shirt down *****I know you got a gat, but I aint scared bout that bullshitIt dont matter how many *****in guns you gotThe only thing that matter, is a nigga, to get the first shotCuz if I peep, that ass is fallin to the street***** retreat or that ass is deeeeeeead meatSmack your teeth, but ima knock you off your *****in feetThey gone pick you up, piece-by-piece off that concrete streetWhen n.o. meet, who gives a ***** about a poor neat scene?We got beef, so ima shootcha like a fake *****Let you know just who you *****in withBut I aint that type of niggaThats liable to shoot you over no dumb shit!If ima pop ya, ima pop ya for just causeYou talk too much shit plus, you popped one of my boysGankin niggas Im gettin downright scandolous!!!![gunfire] you cant handle this!!!!So when youre out *****, move or I wont stepCuz if I catchcha ima drill ya in your *****in chestI aint gone gone ride by and pop, cause I might missIma walk up to your face, pop point blank *****!!!Thats what you get, from out there tryin to go act badNot even bruce lee, could whoop a bullet assGotcha, come, get this ass whoopinIf you bringing them niggas with ya, thats nothinIm poppin the clip inNigga fetcher, satisfied when youre on the stretcherYou might run but ima catch em!!!!Chorus[mystikal](yo nigga you caught that ***** yet? )***** no! I aint caught that ***** yetI done been through every scandalous sight, and every projectBut I betcha, when I stop, runnin behind emGet up, pack my shit and Ill stop, and then Ill *****in find himYo dumb ass in the street***** that shit, cuz ima catch your ass this weekMonday, a one day when you go play [alot of gunfire], goes the a.k.Sprayin on his ass like a roach, and if I approach, too late to duck hoeDrop, run, fall, kick, scream, now curseHow in the ***** you gone duck a twelve round burst?Hammin at that ass on tuesday, put up the nineGo get the a.k.***** if I catch you in the mall wednesdayThats the day that ass fallThen it might be thursday, three round burst dayThe day Im blood thirsty***** that, wait til friday, payday!!!!Shootcha in your face and take your money, jNow wait til the weekend, heh, yeahSaturday, thats the day you go creepinBut you better be watchin your back cuz Im sneakin [door noise]Waitin for my chance to do your ass inI dont give a ***** if its on sundayGod gone have to forgive me, cuz ima shootcha in your head niggaChorus
