Murderer

Chorus (Mystikal & Insane): repeat 2X

Insane Guns murder at night....
Mystikal Man, even kill at night
Insane Cops murder at night...
Mystikal I'll be fked if I'm gonna let them girls murder mine!!!

Mystikal
Motherfkin murderer....shot my fkin brother
But when I find him, I'm gone GET THAT MOTHERfker!
He playin the role of one them that's always talkin noise
Runnin INSIDE, talkin that s**t, front of his fkin boys
fk that, I'm lockin that bolt back
Loadin that gat, here that glock come, gunshot
Out'cha fkin' head... standin on the corner
I'm peepin on ya, so I CAN CREEP UP ON YA!!!!
Calmin my nerves, get rid of these punks and stick em in my mind
You want it? Fine, I DONE REACHED FOR THAT NINE
I'm gone do you in
I'm tellin ya b*tch you gone have to get up quick
And hit the bricks before I do you in
Two of your boys spied me comin
Them coward-hearted started runnin
But not you though, you gots to play the hard role
Stop playin it up like a bone, b*tch I KNOW YOU ARE
Talkin head gonna put you on your deathbed
Just cuz you got a gat, that's just why you actin brave
Got a gat I got a GLOCK, what'cha gone do?
Handle your business, DON'T LET YOUR BUSINESS HANDLE YOU!

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Mystikal
Pull your shirt down b*tch
I know you got a gat, but I ain't scared bout that bulls**t
It don't matter how many fkin guns you got
The only thing that MATTER, is a nigg*, to get the first shot
Cuz if I peep, that as* is fallin to the street
b*tch retreat or that as* is deeeeeeead meat
Smack your teeth, but I'ma knock you off your fkin feet
They gone pick you up, piece-by-piece off that concrete street
When N.O. meet, who gives a fk about a poor neat scene?
We got beef, so I'ma shoot'cha like a FAKE b*tch
Let you know just who you fkin' with
But I ain't that type of nigg*
that's liable to shoot you over no DUMB s**t!
If I'ma pop ya, I'ma pop ya for just cause
you talk too much s**t PLUS, you popped one of my boys
Gankin I'm gettin downright SCANDOLOUS!!!!
gunfire YOU CAN'T HANDLE THIS!!!!
So when you're out b*tch, move or I won't step
Cuz if I catch'cha I'ma drill ya in your fkin chest
I ain't gone gone ride by and pop, cause I might miss
I'ma walk up to your FACE, Pop POINT BLANK b*tch!!!
That's what you get, from out there tryin to go act bad
Not even BRUCE LEE, could whoop a bullet ass
Got'cha, come, get this as* whoopin
If you bringing them with ya, that's nothin
I'm poppin' the clip in
nigg* fetcher, satisfied when you're on the stretcher
You might run but I'ma CATCH 'EM!!!!

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Mystikal
(Yo nigg* you caught that b*tch yet?)
fk NO! I ain't caught that b*tch yet
I done been through every scandalous sight, and every project
But I bet'cha, when I stop, runnin behind em
Get up, pack my s**t and I'll STOP, and then I'll fkin find him
Yo dumb as* in the street
fk that s**t, cuz I'ma catch your as* this week
Monday, a one day when you go play alot of gunfire, goes the A.K.
Sprayin on his as* like a roach, and if I approach, too late to duck hoe
Drop, run, fall, kick, scream, now curse
How in the fk you gone duck a twelve round burst?
Hammin at that as* on Tuesday, put up the nine
Go get the A.K.
b*tch if I catch you in the mall Wednesday
That's the day that as* fall
Then it might be Thursday, three round burst day
The day I'm blood thirsty
fk that, wait til FRIDAY, PAYDAY!!!!
Shoot'cha in your face and take your money, J
Now wait til the weekend, heh, yeah
Saturday, that's the day you go CREEPIN
But you better be watchin your back cuz I'm sneakin door noise
Waitin for my chance to do your as* in
I don't give a fk if it's on Sunday
God gone have to forgive me, cuz I'ma shoot'cha in your head nigg*

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