Murda Murda - Lyrics - What the Game's Been Missing! - Juelz Santana

Title: Murda Murda
Album: What the Game's Been Missing!
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): Ini Kamoze, J. Mollings, J. Jackson, L. Mollings, Laron James, A. Harr

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Lyric:
Out in the street
They call it murder

Up
(In the street)
Gun tucked
(In the street)
Niggaz front
(In the street)
Get bucked and
(They call it murder)

Up
(In the street)
Gun tucked
(In the street)
Buck buck and
(They call it murder)

Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)

Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets

I stay up my gun tucked, I gives a fuck so, welcome to Jamrock
No, welcome to my damn block
Where the slugs and cans pop
For the ones and tan rocks, kids play in the sandbox

Other kids lay in boxes with sand tops, you can't stop this
Murder, murder, murder, murder, mu-murder shit, this
Servin', servin', se-servin', servin', se-servin' bricks, we
Purchase, purchase, pu-purchase and purchase, purchase whips, we

Swervin', swervin', sw-swervin', swervin', on purpose, bitch
Try to stop me, you ain't, kid
Try to pop me, you can't live
If so, you'll need an oxygen tank, shit

And for those bucks I'm no punk
I'm Scarface, coked up, you know what
I think I need another hit
You know who you fuckin' with?

Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)

Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets

Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)

Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets

I bang, I slang, my nuts hang, yup
So don't get it confused or fucked up
My dudes will jump up
The ruger, dump dump, bup bup

And
(They call it murder)
Act stupid, the gat's shootin'
We'll leave you there, leave you square
Box style, box style, he who dares
(Dares)

Don't play, be calm now, calm down 'cuz
We all know you're not a killa, killa gorilla, man
Y'all know I get that scrilla, scrilla f'reala, fam
Catch me in the chinchilla all through the winter, man
Never catch me trippin', slippin' and kill me, damn

I show the hood love, they show me love back
And the hood is where my heart is, so I love that
Nah, you can't keep a black man down
I'm worldwide, Harlem's own, Manhattan bound, ay

Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)

Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets

Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)

Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets

Killa, killa, more killin', killin' for killa, killa
Feel the deal, the chinchillas, they can fit on gorillas
Santana, bananas, clip bananas, wrapped in bandannas
Hammers, hammers, no cameras, you'll be runnin' to nana
(Nana, nana)

Nana, nana Santana, he be holding berettas
Killa, killa, kills civilians, you know I'm no better
Mo' betta' betta', cheddar cheddar, you'll be dead on your lever
For cheddar cheddar, heads we sever, go get it together

Get it together, now, now get my Pape's right
Come through late night, I know what it tastes like
(What's that?)
Some good coke, dawg, go get your face pipe
Put on my Laker jersey, then I go rape white
(Number 8)

You got G ma, I got G too, shit
She wanna fly G-4, won't fly G-2
(Nope)
Need ten thousand, you won't get a G, boo
Only G you gettin' is me, O.G., trueness

(Murder, murder)
Haha, haha
I told you, I told you, you niggaz was in trouble man
Dipset
(Murda)
The new season has officially begun
(Murda)
Ay, ay, ay, ay

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Mr. Happy - Lyrics - Bizzar - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Mr. Happy
Album: Bizzar
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Bruce, William Dail

Lyric:
Love you, I love you
I Love you, I love you
Kill you, must kill you
Must kill you, must Kill you

I'm kind of fat and I sweat a lot
But that's the only bad quirky dinks I got
That and maybe the whole murdering aspect
But we needn't really got to that yet

I love people, I love everything about them
And that's why I gotta live life without them
I know it don't make any sense to you but fuck you
This songs about me exclusively

Murder, murderous, murderation
The murdering mentality without an explanation
I'm Mr.Happy and I ride a bike
I ain't got a seat, I just sit on the pipe thing

I whistle, I sing, I'll pet your poodle
I'll twist and squeeze your neck like a wet noodle
'Cause I'm so happy, I'll stab your ass
And lay down next to you dead on the grass
And sing, ooh, it feels so good every time I murder, I get happy

Happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest

Murder, murder, murder you
I'll murder, murder, murder you
I'll murder, murder, murder you
I'll murder, murder, murder you

I love you, so hand me you neck
Let me teach you about love and respect
Respect the fact that I love to kill all
Wait a minute y'all I gotta take my pill
Zanoffs, it works, down to only three people a day

My victims, I give them love and care
I don't wanna get blood everywhere
I don't use a chainsaw or a butcher knife
That's son ninety's get it right

I never mutilate or chop my loves
All I really need is a pair of gloves
Or maybe a car, I'll run 'em down wit it
I know that can be messy but the birds will get it

Don't you see that I love you
I'm Mr. happy, I'm all about fun
Now get into the pit and try to kill someone
Ooh, it feel so good every time I murder, I get happy

Happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest

Murder, murder, murder you
I'll murder, murder, murder you
I'll murder, murder, murder you
I'll murder, murder, murder you

My bike has a basket full of strawberries
I picked them myself along with apples and cherries
And lemons and oranges and boogers and limes
Plus there's a faygo in there but that's mine

Red flowers like after your dead
I plant seeds and grow 'em out, the side of your head
I got flowers all over the back yard
In the form of a jokers card

Uh, oh, feels good
I'm like the chuckle of my neighborhood
I'm one of them midnight creeps at dennys
Talking to myself and lickin' my pennys

I got a french fry hangin' out of my beard
Don't go near that guy, he's weird
You know I'm all good and everythings all right
When you hear this scream in the middle of the night
Like this, ooh, it feel so good every time I murder, I get happy

Happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest

Murder, murder, murder you
I'll murder, murder, murder you
I'll murder, murder, murder you
I'll murder, murder, murder you

Happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest

Murder, murder, murder you
I'll murder, murder, murder you
I'll murder, murder, murder you
I'll murder, murder, murder you

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Murda Mo - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: Murda Mo
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Gary Logan, Paul Morley, Ann Dudley, Trevor Horn, Jonathan Jeczalik, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man
Murder y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man, kill 'em all, man
Murder y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all

Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo
Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder
Will ya die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die,die, die, die, die

Better watch that redrum
Tha bloody mo, murder mo, merger, it will learn ya
Don't be fuckin' with the thug to thug slug
Rippin' them guts and drippin' that blood
Roll with tha gun in my hand
And they can't understand how we ran wit' da murder mo
Niggas, were jealous and they [unverified]
They get me, stick me

Playa haters, they be quick when they pull out they weapon
Me wish you would never decease
It's keeping me deep and they all be me victim
And on da phone when I call my dogs
I'll be ready anytime you wanna go
(Ho)
Put him on tha ground wit' da 4-4

I just wanna let a nigga know
Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin' with da Bone
When they really wanna see the Bone go
Now nigga you dead wrong
You better take a couple steps backwards
I'll collapse ya, cap to the playa haters
Just remember we're pillin' you jealous back stabbers
Back stabbers
(Hey)

Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo
Da da da
Claim my thang to slang, claim my thang to slang
(My thang, my thang, my thang, my thang)
Claim my thang to slang, claim my thang to slang
(My thang, my thang, my thang, my thang)

Claim my thang to slang, claim my thang to slang
(My thang, my thang, my thang, my thang)
Claim my thang to slang, claim my thang to slang
(My thang, my thang, my thang, my thang)
My thang, my thang, my thang
(My thang)

Nigga fuck them po-po, we betcha gotta automatic
(Oh yeah)
Let's pump that bore up
If I could just look up and see po-po dyin' I and I, I'm flippin my mind
Stoned up wit' da gauge, little rip'll put tha donut in the grave
Where they lay, then we play wit' da AK-47, 357, even 187
I gotta gauge and you got a gun

But cha better try to get ya weapon out before mine
Shoot 'em in da head, but you make sure they dead
Then da nigga fin da fled, while they layin' in red
Call my OG homies, tell me when the police come you pray
Nigga gotta go, see ya later ho, leatherface gots to get to [unverified]
Stay leatherface got's to get to [unverified]

When a nigga wanna try me
Had da heat a wit' da trigger on a nigga
But I really, really get it witcha

Hey, Easy, pop, steady murder dem po-po now
I can stay packin' when attackin' po-po, there's really no place to run
Niggas get viscous wit' my clickas
Gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun
Stun blastin' when attackin' po-po, there's really no place to run
Niggas get viscous wit' my clickas, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun

Rollin', rollin', rollin', baby, that's thugs up into your soul and
You swollen stiff and cold and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'
You swollen stiff and cold and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'

Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder them all they fall
Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder them all they fall
Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder them all they fall
Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder them all they fall

We never knew homie could fuck wit' da tongue
They give us no competition
Who's got the gun, don't fuck wit' number one
We never knew homie could fuck wit' da tongue
They give us no competition
If ya [unverified], feel real, reload da clip
Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder them all they fall, they fall

Dear Mr. Oiuja, dear Mr. Oiuja
Dear Mr. Oiuja, dear Mr. Oiuja is it
Many mo murder, murder, mo murder mo, mo
Many mo murder, murder, mo murder mo, mo
Many mo murder, murder, mo murder mo, mo
Many mo murder, murder, mo murder mo, mo
Mo, mo, mo

Stalkin' toss 'em, put 'em in a coffin [unverified]
Stalkin' toss 'em, put 'em in a coffin [unverified]
Stalkin' toss 'em, put 'em in a coffin [unverified]
Stalkin' toss 'em, put 'em in a coffin [unverified]

Rollin' in da St. Clair way
Wit' a big 12 gauge in da grave they lay
(They lay)
Rollin' in da St. Clair way
Wit' a big 12 gauge in da grave they lay
(They lay)

Rollin' in da St. Clair way
Wit' a big 12 gauge in da grave they lay
(They lay)
Rollin' in da St. Clair way
Wit' a big 12 gauge in da grave they lay
(They lay)

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Homicide - Lyrics - Kid Frost

Title: Homicide
Artist: Kid Frost
Composer(s): Antonio Gonzalez, Arturo R Jr M0lina

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Lyric:
This is a dramatization, the names have been changed
To protect the innocent ones not involved in the stories
I'm about to tell, so listen up and listen up well
Here are the true accounts and incidents and still to me
It makes no sense, ignorance is a major role but here's a fact
I feel you can ignore no more

Homicide on the murder scene another frustrated gang
Related senseless slaying victim, a young product of the project system
The sad fact is nobody's gonna miss him, true, a few may stand
In disbelief but the majority will sigh a relief, because of the fact

He was a menace to society and gang violence was his first priority
So, now you take a look to see what this abouta someone quicka
With the trigga, straight cold shot him, dead in a puddle of blood he lay
Another typical day in the streets of L.A.

Homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene

Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene

Ho, homicide and just for trying to act brave, tryin' to be a hero
Sent you to a early grave, the violent death, it took place at around six
And eyewitnesses say that it went like this, "There was this lady
Who was chillin' in a alley, positive I.D. included that
Her name was Sally", Sally had just got off the bus from a job

When she met three young thugs who decided to rob
A man heard the screams comin' from her mouth
Ran down the deserted alley just to check it out
And when he came across the scene, he knew what was happenin'
But by then it was too late, the thugs started blastin'

Now, asked in this situation, exactly what would you do?
If you heard someone screaming, would you go to the rescue?
My man, he tried, that's how he died, he was shot
Right between the eyes, tryin' to do a good deed, shoot
That could've been me, I'm glad I'm not the one
Who must explain this to his family

Homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene

Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Break it down

Homicide, it's also know as manslaughter
It can be a father, mother, son, or daughter
It can happen at anyplace, at anytime
It can happen as I'm runnin' down this rhyme
First degree murder, blood flows red

One day you're alive, the next day, you're dead
Nobody seen nothin', the suspect fled
Shot on the spot with a bullet to the head
As soon as it happened, everybody broke

Nobody seen nothin', and of course nobody spoke
Bein' questioned, it doesn't pay to rat-a-tat-tat
For if you rat, you might too get the gat
And get added to the list of those who fatally died
In the statistics, that's known as homicide

Homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene

Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene

Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene

Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene

Ho, homicide
Homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene

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Murder One - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Murder One
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Stanley Howse, Byron Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations
And I'm waiting for the Lord, oh, please don't leave me forsaken
Caught up in the doom, prepare for Satan
So we facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared
Heavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates
Or will I burn off in that lake now?

Could you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake?
How many wait? It's too late, it's over now
Niggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable
Having a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin'
Betta plead to bloody Jesus, watch how the majesty control it

Don't let it go slow down hold on
Now can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen
I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya
Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm
I got designed when the world drop dimes
This world you'll fine there's no other like my kind

Code murder one, code murder one
Code murder one, code murder one
Murder them mo
Code murder one, code murder one
Code murder one, code murder one
Murder them mo

Code murder one, code murder one
Code murder one, code murder one
Murder them mo
Code murder one, code murder one
Code murder one, code murder one
Murder them mo

If the world should end today
Fully automatic, gunning through it
Gunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain
Mo' murda, I heard 'em holla, holla, clock dollas
Swallow me, baby, 'cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI

Enemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid
Making them nauseous, cautious these niggas is flossing
My Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing
It's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em
Who wanna magnum? Who wanna tag 'em?
Bag 'em up ain't no problem, baby, bitch

Smoked out in high school
Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken
Gotta get paid we in the kitchen
Cooking up grade and, baby, go on go grym

Hold on to motherfucking gun
Another fifth took one hood shot she split up
Talking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up
So huff and make it settle

Code murder one, code murder one
Code murder one, code murder one
Murder them mo
Code murder one, code murder one
Code murder one, code murder one
Murder them mo

Make me push this panic button nigga
We moving like the Panthers in the sixties
Khaki suited booted my thugs recruited
You wit' me, nigga, you wit' me?

Militant minded perfect timing it
Always on the incline, ah shit
Nigga that's down for the grind, ah, shit
Keeping real niggas rewinding this

Deep in the ghetto in the streets, ah, Cleveland
We call it thieving mind deceiving
Hear the reasons for hustling season
Bottom line money is power and the power mean muscle
Money and guns stacked up to the ceiling
Nigga get down for his hustle, his hustle hustle

Now nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you?
Well, I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do
Scream M-O-G and start blasting
Nigga never did like them boyz in blue

No regards for authorities
Wanna dump a nigga up wid the ferozine
Oh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene
Know what I mean, you betta get wid the team

'Cause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga
We from way down under nigga been waiting for the day
To let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder
Got my mind made up and if niggas straight balling up outta control
Just as those hoes nigga rose
On ah, mission tryin' ta get that dough

Separated mine through prose
Open and close just like a case
Place to place ya feeling, ya safe
HB all up in my face
And it just ain't safe, it just ain't safe safe
I'm knowing they want me to catch it in war
Boy, boy, I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy

See me I'm stacked and ripping shit
Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats
Tattoos all over my body seven on the stomach
Skull on my chest, nine millimeter in my pocket
Ready to buck on the crowd
As long as that one little nigga
Sagging and bragging and talking loud

Talking about he, 'bout it, 'bout it
Nigga I got yo whole clik
Real niggas don't run they mouth
Real niggas make moves and get rich

Mobbing in a expedition
Thinking of a proposition
Settle my composition
Feeling relentless fucking up gun condition
Mo murda competition

How many niggas on the front line
Ready for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine?
Nigga disrespect mine
How will you lose the chalk?
For marrow rip through thine spine

If you wanna listen to what I say
Hey, gotta pay intuition
This ain't no free exploit of an exhibit
'Cause, my niggas too exquisite

I'm so Armageddon just as my Smith & Wesson
Here's a nice slug for you
And my nitrogen glyc bomb
Can land on them nuclear morgue

I watch when they all come stormin'
So when my one hit 'em up they fall
Let off wid' a little frustration bust my gun
Bullets haul

Code murder one, code murder one
Code murder one, code murder one
Murder them mo
Code murder one, code murder one
Code murder one, code murder one
Murder them mo

Code murder one, code murder one
Code murder one, code murder one
Murder them mo
Code murder one, code murder one
Code murder one, code murder one
Murder them mo

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Murderer Iii - Lyrics - Let's Get Ready - Mystikal

Title: Murderer Iii
Album: Let's Get Ready
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Michael Tyler, Craig Lawson

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Lyric:
Muthafuckin' murderer
Bitch, yo, killed my sister
Bitch, I'm 'bout to get my pistol
Know that I'm comin' and I gotta get him
And I gotta kill him and cease all his stupid shit
And walk with this venomous shit
'Cuz she's 'sposed to be there for me
Six years, still tears

I know it's gonna be that way
Until the day that your grave is filled up
I still can't forget'cha 'cuz all you did is spilled blood
Bitch that was my only sister, you can't just kill her
Don't that fuck with you, [unverified], can't you feel her?
That's what the fuck she get for givin' you her real love [unverified]

I tried to play cool and mind my business, and stay out it
I was supposed to be all in, when it comes to your family
Share your problems
I just wish I would've knew then what I know now
I just wish I could've woke up before it went down
Now I'm sayin', "Damn", wake up hollerin', "Damn"
Wait until I get that muthafucka, and I am

Murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder
(Get that muthafucka what I tell myself)

Murderer
Murderer

Murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder
(Get that muthafucka what I tell myself)

Murderer
Murderer

Now, why?
Would you come to my house, tell the truth
Then turn around and be 'bout lyin' [unverified]
Muthafucka in that water
I know you didn't want your son to rot
So if you gone support him
Then you can jump up in the skillet with him and fry
Bitch, my goddamn sister used to call you mama

And this is how you honor her [unverified]
I'm furious and to her I say murderer
Her loyalty and her love, you deserted her
Changed the whole story and got on the evening news and shined
The bitch start actin', got on the witness stand and start cryin'
Now who the fuck you think you foolin'? Or convincin'?

It must be your fuckin' self
It hurt me so bad, to avoid doin' somethin' crazy
I had to write this shit down on paper
And show you what the fuck I felt
You disgrace me, it's a show of shame,
You saw that look in my sister face, she died in pain

Murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder
(Get that muthafucka what I tell myself)

Murderer
Murderer

Murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder
(Get that muthafucka what I tell myself)

Murderer
Murderer

Thou shalt not kill
Bitch, I can remember finishin' the argument
That y'all was havin' over automobiles
Thou shalt not lie
I know what you did, I'm comin' to get'cha
You cannot live
Look, you sleep forever is the fuckin' price
Shit, a throat for a throat, a life for a life

Fuck my feelings, you owe that to my family and her son
My children auntie ain't there, fuckin', well right I got a grudge
On your Ma, and her lawyer, and the courts
And the jurors and the judge
Defenses, your immediate family members
I'm pissin' on it and burnin' the district attorney
You stepped down on us
Shipped that coward out his fuckin' cell

And let him skip town on us just like that
And I guess I'm 'sposed to let that shit go down, ha?
Just like that, I'm makin' it happen to these actors
My screwdriver and my telephone bar
And my black hat on backwards
Takin' your boyfriend, that's how it end
But until then, I'm livin' for revenge

Murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder
(Get that muthafucka what I tell myself)

Murderer
Murderer

Murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder
(Get that muthafucka what I tell myself)

Murderer
Murderer

Murderer
Bitch you killed my sister
Murderer
Bitch you killed my sister

Bitch, you killed my sister
What I tell myself

Murderer
Murderer

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Illside Of Town - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: Illside Of Town
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): L Elliott, J Grinnage, E Murry

Lyric:
In the illside of town where they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers
In the illside of town where they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers

In the illside of town where they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers
In the illside of town where they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers

Ayo, handle your bizness now, you might not get the chance later
Some kinda way every day the passion for bustin' your crater
In the, ghetto where trigga fingers usually itchin'
Here is where I leave for war in the dump, like Richie Rich

It gets a mind blowin' situation, one occupation get left
New occupation still my niggas feel they facin' death
We're jumpin' on decks with the jumpers at the tire
Bucka rapid fire

Now, let the preacher preach
There's a lesson that need to be taught
And look who I brought to teach
I pack fifteen in my 45, pick up niggas with size
Whet up the wildest survive

Wack crews will see M.O.P. is the livest
Downtown Swingin', index finger exercisers
Cut 'em some slack, fuck that, it's on
I know you wanna live, I'd rather see you torn
Out the frame, Bill and Lil' Fame will still stand

I'm thinkin' of a master plan to lace your man
What make you think that you can fuck with Billy Danze?
I'll 4-4 'em, flow 'em, blow 'em to show 'em
That we don't give a fuck about that nigga we don't know 'em in the

Illside of town where they murder niggas, I'm from the
Illside of town where they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers
In the illside of town where they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers
Take 'em down

You know my face, I'm from the place with two pounds
And trey pounds and four pounds, kill for Brownsville
You know my face I'm from the place wit two pounds
And trey pounds and four pounds, kill for Brownsville

You got drug dealers, gun holders, street rollers
Young bitches with attitudes pushing baby strollers
Ghetto how, we dealin' with these savages, the average is
Deceased or in jail for splittin' niggas cabbages

The characters that's left still the same fellas
They still slingin' heavy metal, ain't nothing but the ghetto
But it's like that, ain't that right, black?
When my enemies strike, it's only right that I strike back

Here in Crooklyn, it's trife
Criminals out to take everything from your jewels to your life
One way to survive on these streets, you choose it
Rip up, load your clip up, slip up and you lose it

Cops roll up on you, son, got bodies on your gun
Caught up in some shit that your mom's always warned you from
See she won't understand that it's in the environment
That's why these trigga happy niggas keep firing

I ain't just fall into no grave
If I gotta get bodied, it gotta be goin' out in a blaze
I'm fazed, whether it's him or me goin' down
No matter the repercussions, M.O.P. hold it down in the

Illside of town where they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers
In the illside of town where they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers

In the illside of town where they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers
In the illside of town where they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers
Black

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M.U.R.D.E.R - Lyrics - My Own Way - Jay Sean

Title: M.U.R.D.E.R
Album: My Own Way
Artist: Jay Sean
Composer(s): Jared Lincoln Cotter, Robert W Larow, Thara Natalie, Jay Sean, Edwin Serano, Jeremy David Skaller

Lyric:
New York to London
We're International, baby
Thara, Jay Sean
Thara, reserved, Jay Sean, reserved
We got a banger, let's club

M U R D E R, you are
Girl, you're murder
Boy, you're murder
M U R D E R, you are
Girl, you're murder
Boy, you're murder

That girl is murder, she's a 187
Her looks are her weapon
Eh, oh, eh, oh, eh, oh
That boy is murder, he's a 187
No other man can step to him
Eh, oh, eh, oh, eh, oh

Yo, oh, there's this girl I know, she's so incredible
Talking that type that make a man wanna sell his soul
Treat her just like a queen, make you give up everything
This girl is murdering me

Step one, erase all the girls on my phone
Two, give up everything that I own
Three, don't even see my boys no more
No, no, no, no, no

Four, got me doing dishes with my apron on
Five, sending mixtapes with my favorite songs
Six, somebody tell me what's goin' on
Man, I don't know

That girl is murder, she's a 187
Her looks are her weapon
Eh, oh, eh, oh, eh, oh
That boy is murder, he's a 187
No other man can step to him
Eh, oh, eh, oh, eh, oh

M U R D E R, you are
Girl, you're murder
Boy, you're murder
No, no, no, no, no

He's the reason that I'm in this place
That I swore I'd never be
And the way that I'm acting 'round
My girls hittin' on me

Now I don't care what my daddy said
And that's what's killing me
Even though, there just tryna save me
But I don't need that anymore

That girl is murder, she's a 187
Her looks are her weapon
Eh, oh, eh, oh, eh, oh
That boy is murder, he's a 187
No other man can step to him
Eh, oh, eh, oh, eh, oh

Boy, I don't know, this is unusual
How you got me chasing you
Not keeping my average but the chemistry's automatic
Slowly I'm losing myself but I don't want no help
We're meant to be with murderers

That girl is murder, she's a 187
Her looks are her weapon
Eh, oh, eh, oh, eh, oh
That boy is murder, he's a 187
No other man can step to him
Eh, oh, eh, oh, eh, oh

M U R D E R, you are
Baby girl, you're murder
Boy, you're murder
Baby don't you know you're
M U R D E R, you are
Girl, you're murder
Boy, you're murder

You should really know you're
And I don't know why I put up with you
'Cause you're murder, baby
You're murder, baby
'Cause you're murder, lady
Oh, you're murder boy, yeah
Murder, murder, that's what you are

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Murder - Lyrics - General Public

Title: Murder
Artist: General Public
Composer(s): Mick Billingham, David Wakeling

Lyric:
What made the truth sound like a lie
Led step by step into desire
Choose to be understanding
Say you don't care when I know you do

I can't sleep at night, but each time I try
You know I dream of you

It's murder, murder, murder

No time for cheap excuses like
"He can't help it", "She can't help it"
Jump out of the bed and straight into the fire
How are you meant to stand it?

Stuck in a world that's seen much better days
You can reach for love
Scream till you're red, white and blue in the face

It's murder, murder
Look but don't touch
Murder, murder
When he wants you so much

Murder, murder
Look but don't touch
Murder, murder
When he wants you so much

What made the truth sound like a lie
Jump out of bed and straight into the fire
Choose to be complicated
Say it isn't when you know it is

Always on my mind
Thinking about what you do to his

It's murder, murder, murder
When he wants you so much
Murder, murder
Look but don't touch
Murder, murder

Oh murder, murder
Look but look but don't touch
Murder
When he wants you, he wants you so much

Murder
It's murder
Murder
It's murder

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Tang Clan - In The Hood - Lyrics - Wu

Title: Tang Clan - In The Hood
Artist: Wu
Composer(s): Elgin Turner, Robert Jr Diggs, P Charles, Jason Hunter

Lyric:
{The story you're about to see, occurred along the main
Trading route, on the border between the North and South
At a small outpost called Red Clay Village}

{What the fuck y'all niggaz thought, huh? What you thinkin' bitch?
Are you stupid son, must be stupid kid, What the fuck is wrong?
It's the Wu bitch, ain't got a clue bitch, tie ya shoe bitch
Get the fuck back, 'fore we break a fuck, listen
Tryin' to tell y'all niggaz, give you a fair warnin', just a chance to live
So you can see ya kids, yo son nah, before I split ya wig
I'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat it
So now you got to, feel it}

Yo what the, yo
Let me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck
Y'know how we do it in the hood
Yo, yeah, turn the mic up, yeah, yo

Y'all niggaz better rock y'all hoodies
Take money, snatch jewelry, in the hood
You find the best woman lookin' good
Diamond she need polishin'
In my hood, all the gunshot legal
At the same time we gotta stop killin' our people
Keep it in the hood, niggaz walk with they gun
Keep it in the hood, that's where we come from

I rep Brooklyn, home of the gangsta
I know a few murderer, drug dealer
In the hood, we speak mathematics and build
What's the total weight of the brain, Allah real
Slang jacks and hold gats, in the hood, 80 proof
Get my dick sucked on the roof of the projects
Dice game in the park, blunt sessions after dark
Movin' with the Wesson

Welcome to the God, we build and drop a lesson
Pussyhole testin', in the hood
Got the word from the hoodrat
Shorty on the wood

Murder, bad boy ya block off an'
Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'
Murder, nine millimeter me say
Murder, no time fi talk, one fi
Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di
Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying
Nying, nying, nying, me say murder

Aey yo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the woods
It ain't all good, pass the goods
Deep in the project halls waitin' to shine
Walk with a nine and talk with gang signs
In the hood, niggaz put twenties on Hoopties
Four heads, one forty ounce and a loosie
And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the strip
And roll dick throw on the flip

Weed clouds thick enough to block the sun
Cops come, but thugs never drop the gun, understood?
Far from ya Hollywood
From day one, I vowed I would keep it in the hood
From project chicks with hips and slim waists
From five dollar plates apartment six-eighths
O.G., I spit G to the young ones
I keep it in the hood that's where I come from

Murder, bad boy ya block off an'
Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'
Murder, nine millimeter me say
Murder, no time fi talk, one fi
Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di
Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying
Nying, nying, nying, me say murder

This is the place where thugs is born, in the hood
Blink to long ya life is gone, in the hood
Convicts still live with they mom
And they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm, in the hood
Crack fiend'd furnish a 'Lac, in the hood
Africans be drivin' cabs, in the hood
In the streets the ghetto is hot
And the illest gangsters, on the block with cops, in the hood

The ones you love'll fill you with slugs, in the hood
Babies born addicted to drugs, in the hood
We make life or death decisions
And the school system is like a minimal prison
So you can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin'
In the hood, it ain't all good, repent or you sinnin'

Murder, bad boy ya block off an'
Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'
Murder, nine millimeter me say
Murder, no time fi talk, one fi
Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di
Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying
Nying, nying, nying, me say murder

Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'
Murder, no time fi talk, one fi
Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'
Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'
Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di
Murder, no time fi talk, one fi
Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di
Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying
Nying, nying, nying

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Murder For The Money - Lyrics - Morphine

Title: Murder For The Money
Artist: Morphine
Composer(s): Meredith Byam, Dana Colley, Billy Conway, Jerome Deupree, Melissa Gibbs, Deborah J Klein, Mark J Sandman

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Lyric:
Murder for the money
Yeah murder everyday
Murder every inch
Of the goddamm way
Murder in the morning
Yeah murder in the night
Murder every single moment
Of your godforsaken live

Yeah it's murder for the money
Yeah it's murder for the money

Murder for the money
You got to cry sweat and bleed
I've seen a grown man
Have to get down on his knees
Murder in the morning
Yeah murder in the night
Murder every single day
Of your goddamm life

Yeah it's murder for the money
Yeah it's murder for the money
Murder for the money
Murder for the money
Murder for the money

Murder
Murder
Murder

Yeah it's murder for the money
Yeah it's murder for the money
Murder for the money
Murder for the money

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Wasteland Warriors - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Wasteland Warriors
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Souljah Boy Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Anthony Henderson, Willie Lyons, Byron Mccane

Lyric:
Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga
P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin
Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga
(We off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

What if we slowed it down?
Then, nigga, you would hear me
I know niggas would fuck around
And say we tried to steal your style

Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest
Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us
My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload
So, when them funky, funky jump me

Gon' be ready to roll
(Ready to roll)
It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid
But, oh no, niggas heard the flow
And wanted a piece of the cake

It kinda pissed me off that [unverified] figured they could get skills
But when kept on disrespectin'
Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga
I'm from the Land where every niggas plan

And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'
And they don't understand them niggas rappin'
But still they actin' like criminals
[Unverified] reciprocal

They don't know it, even though
Oh, no, no, can't let you go
When I pop, pop, pop
(Pop, pop)

That funk 'll gon' blow you away
Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday
Oh, gotta say, fuck all, y'all, all y'all
Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed

Warriors ride
(Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)
(Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
Wasteland warriors ride
(Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)
(Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
War corruptin' my mind

You know it is, what it's gotta be
Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'
And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back
Don't stop, but the double glock they don't look out for these

Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch
Sue these stupid muthafuckas
Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus
'Cause the niggas be down for the count

And the first nigga step up, get shut down
You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style
That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town
Arrest me on the rebound

It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G
You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me
So muthafuck what you's thinkin'
Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet

While your bullethole still be bleedin'
But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank
Why you lame, be actin' strange?
Boom to bangs, nigga insanes

Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure
Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa
Nigga, bow down and I'm outta your picture
Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller

We done muthafuck you
And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater
Street sweeper get your ass deceased

Warriors ride
Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder
Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride
bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder
Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind

Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya and I hits that quick
Nigga, what you saw
We [unverified] somebody [unverified]
With a pistol runnin' through [unverified]
And they call war, ready for the cause

Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them, [unverified] gotta break
Your face be on that table, ready for more
Y'all clone him and what if I got my peeps to flip in
And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up

And your luck get fucked up, ready me buck buck buck
I'm still runnin' from feds, [unverified] all the disrespect
But I won't get cut and love, uh, uh
What it makes you want my [unverified] yes, some are [unverified]

Thinkin' me bloody get with the [unverified]
And roll but I had gun before you knows
Don't roll and I gotta go and face it
So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll

Aw, shit
Nowhere to run, here come judgement day
Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh, huh
I'm off in the midst and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your [unverified]

Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life
I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?
Come and roll with this number 1 nigga in my 500 Benz
You know I got ends to spend, top ten [unverified]

Count dividends and I'm rollin' still real
Attitude like, ''Nigga, what?''
And me mo thug souljah boy like all of 'em niggas
Mo Thug employ in my city

Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?
It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately
Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe
And outta the way

And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'
It's all about perfect timin', feel me
It's about perfect timin', hear me
What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this
These playa haters got me pissed, bitch

But let me get my gauge
Leatherface, go get your mask
We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas
Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' the number 1 assassin

Warriors ride
(Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)
(Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
Wasteland warriors ride
(Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)
(Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
War corruptin' my mind

Oh, gotta say, fuck all, y'all, all y'all
Wasteland warriors, we stressed
We stressed, we stressed
War corruptin' my mind
Wasteland warriors ride
War corruptin' my mind
Wasteland warriors ride
War corruptin' my mind

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Murder Me - Lyrics - The Last Temptation - Ja Rule

Title: Murder Me
Album: The Last Temptation
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Carl Wheeler, Jeffrey B Atkins, Andre Parker, Raphael Saadiq, Tiheem Crocker

Lyric:
Uh, uh, yeah, we back up in this motherfucker
Murder INC, ha ha
I go by the name of the rule, you know
Got my nigga Chink Santana in the house
My nigga Buck, my clique niggaz
I murder by number, niggaz
My nigga black, 0 1 you know
My new nigga life, what's happenin'?
Yeah, 'bout the let these bitches know like you know
When we fuckin' em and shit all crazy
You want a nigga callin' shit, we ain't got time for that Ma
We just come threw and murder the puss, that's all
Ha ha ha ha

Baby when your sexin' me
I kinda like when ya, murder me
Baby, murder me
Baby when your sexin' me
I kinda like when ya, murder me
Baby, murder me

Listen love, I know your used to gettin' sweet nothings whispered to ya
But my dick game will ruined ya mind
And influence ya to do certain things
Like hop in the range, in the rain, ass naked, to get spanked
This is your world and you're doin' your thing, go ahead momma
I got no problem being on the bottom

The way you shake that ass like hoe's from Harlem
Reminds me to call ya the same time tommora
'Cuz baby I'm impressed, by the way you, shake them ass and hips
By the way you make me wanna leave the one I'm wit
Take the spot of being my 'Down ass bitch'
Baby murder me, heh, the way I murder you, heh
That look in your eyes is like the sunrise, when your fuckin' me

Baby when your sexin' me
I kinda like when ya, murder me
Baby, murder me
Baby when your sexin' me
I kinda like when ya, murder me
Baby, murder me

Yo, yo
We can go from the bed to the hot tub
Until you get enough
Mommy l'll call ya bluff and put it up in ya guts
'Cuz l'm a gangsta, so l'll hit her wit the gangsta touches
Bottle of Hennesey, Dro and some Dutches
Man l'll pull up in like three in the mornin', honkin'
You at the door wit a T shirt on and a thongs
And tellin' me come on in get out of the cold
But never the less I hit the flesh and gotta go, rarely though

Let me put a buck in your ear
And let you know l'm the thug of the year
And the last thing I do is care
Legs up, killin' it, drillin' it
Man she feelin' it, shiverin', talkin' in tongues
Caddy gotta sprong, daddy long shlong
We get it on, like pong
Stars wit a gangsta twist to it, now lets do it
So whenever your ready just page me
And you'll see, how I murda, and hearda, the pussy

Baby when your sexin' me
I kinda like it when ya, murder me
Baby, murder me
Baby when your sexin' me
I kinda like it when ya, murder me
Baby, murder me

Hold on baby, you need to holla at the king as your sexual paralysis
Is more than wild it's border lined and foul
Your look, your style, that freaky smile
Got me layin' dick to ya, God bless the child
I get hold it's on, I make ya scream and moan
The thugs nature, how could a nigga hate the way
I flip it, smack it, bounce it, ride it, taste it
Lick her tits, break down the walls to the basics?

Face it, your fuckin', wit a cocksman love
And you defend on the ball like Garry the Glove
Paintin', no relation not a lot of sation
She brought her own K Y, ready for penetration
I'm patient, l'll murder the puss when l'm ready
But meanwhile, and me doin' this Marvin Gay medley
And you'll murder me the same way that I murder you, baby

Baby when your sexin' me
I kinda like it when ya, murder me
Baby, murder me
Baby when your sexin' me
I kinda like it when ya, murder me
Baby, murder me

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Jane 5 - Lyrics - Back In Business - Epmd

Title: Jane 5
Album: Back In Business
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith, Rick James

Lyric:
Haircut like Anita Baker

Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane

Aiyyo they came to my jail cell, and let me go on technicalities
The girl that got merked it wasn't Jane it was fuckin' Valerie
The prostitute from downtown, we checked the dental records
Found her butt naked and on the side EPMD record

Two hours later on Greyhound, on my way now
Peeped the shorty up front, starin' wants to play now
Set gets laid out, she black, draws the gat
Screamin', ?Lay flat?, then bust a cap as she walk back

Remain cool, I want the money quality jewels
And anybody breakin' these rules they get two's
This is a jack, pass the money back, no eye contact
Relax and keep quiet and pass the bag back

To my accomplice havin' no nonsense
That's when another girl pushed up, white girl on some calm shit
Thinkin' quick that's when the hammer went click
An off-duty P.O., licked off and touched first bitch

She fell, hit the floor, she was leakin'
My partner cock back, blast, one woman started screamin'
Who's next? Who wanna flex? Cop in the seat wet
Licked another shot off, hit the driver then the bus tipped

Shit's thick, that's when she grabbed me took me hostage
Told me, ?Snatch the bags and don't fuck with my props kid?
Pistol still smokin', she kicked the fuckin' door open
Bus on it's side wheels spinnin' with the engine smokin'

Runnin' on the shoulders, she put the gat in the holster
I played it cool and never lost my composure
As screamin' soldier got closer, I followed her to the
Drop point, she took the leads off a Range Rover

And passed me the keys, proceeded to roll trees
Shorty gained her silence, guess what was in the CD
And as I did the knowledge the Jeep raised from the hydraulic
I'm thinkin', "Could this be Jane as my co-pilot?"

Time to activate, Jane on the license plate
Pushin' ninety-five with no headlights, on the interstate

Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane

Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane

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Murder Reigns - Lyrics - The Last Temptation - Ja Rule

Title: Murder Reigns
Album: The Last Temptation
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, David Paich, Jeffrey Atkins, Jeffrey T. Porcaro, Aurelius C.A. Seven

Lyric:
I feel the rain comin' down on me niggas
When the sun gon' shine?
My Lord, somebody help us all

I think the rain is callin' murder
I think the rain is callin' murder
I think the rain is callin' murder
I think the rain is callin' murder

Dear Lord, can you, feel my pain?
If you can't it's alright 'cause I'ma live my life anyway
Just let, it, rain on me, I feel so free like a cool breeze
And when the sun don't shine
Fold up the mini-blinds, load up the lucky 9
Hit 'em up from behind
That's my life and it'll never be the same
Never again and the game is to blame

Don't get caught up in your range rover, pullin' over
On the westside highway shoulder, nigga I'll blow ya
Like a windchill, leave yo' mind on your windshield
And have yo' whip doin' windmills, that's what rain feels like
When it's hittin' a little harder than drizzlin'
Pickles flyin' out pistols, gotta niggaz cryin' they Christians and
I can't believe shit has come to this
It's unheard of, now it's gonna rain down murder

I think the rain is callin' murder
I think the rain is callin' murder
I think the rain is callin' murder
I think the rain is callin' murder

God only breathes to contest to them, bury the rest of them
A storm is comin', I got a hundred mile runnin' head start
On these niggaz 'cause it's murder for life
Drugs, bitches, the money be my only vice
But I'm livin' life in the fast lane, doin' the damn thang
In the Ferrari hard top watchin' hard rain
It's a damn shame, no more games
No more love, baby boy I throw back slugs

Through your green bay throwback, I hits that up
And let you know where the rain is from
You ever heard of mixin' whiskey with Jamaican rum, you get biggie
Mix gin with a little cocaine, you got me
And my style is a little too savage to not be
Be looked upon as one of the illest to MC
Y'all niggaz want it with me, that shit's unheard of
'Cause niggaz, now it's gonna rain down murder

I think the rain is callin' murder
I think the rain is callin' murder
I think the rain is callin' murder
I think the rain is callin' murder

Nobody loves me
Sometimes I wish the good Lord would come down and hug me
I take a look at my life, it's gettin' ugly
And now I know that you all wanna slug me
I can get above it, it's my life and I thug it
Even though I live it close to the edge
I'm gettin' closer to death with every little step
That I take and be awake of my last days

I hope the sun shines with a light rain
That would mean the world shared my pain
And now the world could be happy again, smile
'Cause if I ever walk the green mile
You can look at me and blame it on my lifestyle
What can I say, I was raised as an only child, lonely
Poppa disowned me, so the streets raised me
You call me crazy it's not unheard of
Now it's gonna rain down murder

I think the rain is callin' murder
I think the rain is callin' murder
I think the rain is callin' murder
I think the rain is callin' murder
I think the rain is callin' murder
I think the rain is callin' murder

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Dire Wolf - Lyrics - Workingman's Dead - Grateful Dead

Title: Dire Wolf
Album: Workingman's Dead
Artist: Grateful Dead
Composer(s): Robert C Hunter, Jerome J Garcia

Lyric:
In the timbers to Fennario
The wolves are runnin' round
The winter was so hard and cold
Froze ten feet 'neath the ground

Don't murder me, I beg of you
Don't murder me, please, don't murder me

I sat down to my supper
It was a bottle of red whisky
I said my prayers and went to bed
That's the last they saw of me

Don't murder me, I beg of you
Don't murder me, please, don't murder me

When I awoke, the dire wolf
Six hundred pounds of sin
Was grinning at my window
All I said was, "Come on in"

But don't murder me, I beg of you
Don't murder me, please, don't murder me

The wolf came in, I got my cards
We sat down for a game
I cut my deck to the queen of spades
But the cards were all the same

Don't murder me, I beg of you
Don't murder me, please, don't murder me
Don't murder me

In the backwash of Fennario
The black and bloody mire
The dire wolf collects his due
While the boys sing 'round the fire

Don't murder me, I beg of you
Don't murder me, please, don't murder me

Don't murder me, I beg of you
Don't murder me, please, don't murder me

No, no, no don't murder me, I beg of you
Don't murder me, please, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me

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