Текст песни Murder Man - Mo3

Murder Man

Yeah
That shit crazy, man, you know, they say this and that 'bout MO3, man
They don’t never say how the young nigga put the city on the map, though
For real
(You know how that go when you’re on your way out)
I put this bitch on my back
(Gangsta)
Just like that
Yeah
You see, on my side on gangland, you know?
(My nigga Osama 3 Laden)
My side, we play hangman, man
Tie a nigga up, lynch his bitch ass
(DJ Drama, fuck these niggas up)
(DJ Drama)
Murder man
These niggas must forgot
Murder man
MO-motherfuckin'-3, nigga
(Shun On Da Beat)
Yeah
(Get 'em)
Ready for war, I gotta dedicate it to my enemy, you gotta chill
What they keep telling the boy (Yeah)
Wet up the car, we gotta get 'em, go and catch 'em off guard
I got them hitters lurking, knock at your door (Yeah)
Go get it, I’m itchin'
Body collapse, hope that day that he twitchin'
Not on parole, but still, I’ll pay you a visit
Oh, you stay by that nigga?
You down to zip? I keep the K by the winter
Better be thinking 'bout a way when I hit 'em
Better slow it down, roll around
TTG-ANG, trained to go
Ho, let go
Looking at a demon
Kill it cold without the scope, I got 'em on even
Walk a nigga down just to stop a nigga breathing
I’m with it, oh, yes
They on the internet sending them threats
Talking about how they gon' take something
I can feel it, they got hate for me
We put him on a shirt and fuck the funeral, we pulling up at your wake, dummy
In person, they say nothing
Lord, I’m not perfect, just pray for me
Pray they don’t try me, that day coming
But when they do, nigga, know I’ma shoot, I get 'em gone, gotta get all of that
hate from me
Go get it all, gotta stay jumping
I’m a dog, get a cage for me
With that Beretta, I’m Chester
Have a beat for the 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’ll make sure he get up in his sleep
Everybody know when the murder man come
They gon' run
Tell 'em that they better keep they gun
Better keep you one
Them drums still go ba-ba-rum-bum-bum
Da-da-dum-dum-dum
Do you niggas know where the youngin come from?
Bitch, I go dumb
It’s the murder man (Murder man, yeah)
I’m a blessing from God sent to the streets
I am the struggle, I can’t be beat
Tryna keep that devil away from me
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake (Gangland)
I pray the Lord my soul to take, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get at your boy, pull up on 'em right out in the 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, let’s tell his partner they be chopping a lot
I’m Freddy Kreuger when I walk with the block
Bitch, I keep a Ruger when I’m not 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 path that I’ve been
through
I would hate if I have to come and kill you
Your family, they’ll miss you
Let me write my song, yeah
So leave me alone, yeah
I came a long way
I got it the hard way
And I stood on the corner
Back to the wall, I put the hood on my shoulder
Like a boulder, I’m finna crash something
Go get at your man, we double back and go and get him again
I knock the pants off a crash dummy
They know that I’m next
MO3 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 nothing less
And the shit that I spit, wanna bet? I’ll make it crawl up your flesh
Put that on the set
These niggas mad for the shit that I’ve 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 clutching, keep a stick and a broom
Streetsweeper when I step through the room
Everybody know when the murder man come
They gon' run
Tell 'em that they better keep they gun
Better keep you one
Them drums still go ba-ba-rum-bum-bum
Da-da-dum-dum-dum
Do you niggas know where the youngin come from?
Bitch, I go dumb
It’s the murder man (Murder man, yeah)
I’m a blessing from God sent to the streets
I am the struggle, I can’t be beat
Tryna keep that devil away from me
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Shun On Da Beat)
Yeah, man
You see, the difference between me and y’all is
I’m ready to die, nigga (Ooh, lil' Shun)
I’m ready to go to war, nigga (Trendsetter)
You know?
They talk about this, talk about that, you seen nothing happen to me, dog