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Silkk The Shocker F/ Big Ed, Master P Miscellaneous Murder Y'all niggaz ready for this Silkk the Shocker shit? (Y'all niggaz out there bangin) Switch! (claimin red and blue) Y'all niggaz bout it? Nigga be a leader not a follower (my muthafuckin TRU tatoo) Uuunnnggghhh! Chorus (2X): Murder, murder, murder, murder 187, cause I don't give a fuck [Silkk] Well, it's time to ride, slide them niggaz that fucked up, they lucked up Seen them niggaz rollin in they cutlass I'm about act bad, no doubt, I'm a go in they house And if they home, I'm a blast, take them niggaz out Cause we be bout drama, no fuck that, we bout killin Drama, fuck all that, stay real when it's time to peel Caps, no doubt, hah I check the house Cause I ain't gon be satisfied till all ya'll stressed out That's a fuckin shame, I ain't gon be satisfied til I see blood, nigga What you think we was doin before we was rappin, we was drug dealers You think I'm a let this shit slide cause I done got fame Fuck the name, I can't have shit in this fuckin game Without niggaz tryin to test nuts, tryin to act bad I'm a fuck you nigga you gon have a closed casket and I'm gon crack yo mask You talkin shit, but, bitch, it's goin down See I was locked up for a second, but now I'm home now It's time for niggaz to get checked, they done pushed me to the limit I was a cool nigga, but now, it's only the beginnin It's time to ride, when it's time to slide, you die No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes Chorus (2X) [Master P] Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just like a hurricane Choo-choo, shootin brains, killin Mr. Murder, mad Hustla, balla, Mr. fuckin Do-a-reporter Don't give a fuck about a bitch or a balla Break me off proper, gun in that doctor Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder Down South hustla, West Coast ruler 3rd Ward villian, I'm in the killin They ban my videos from TV, they say they drug dealin Ice cream slangin, And if the radio don't play this gangsta shit, what are they thinkin? They could stop, a nigga from comin up They could stop a young nigga from makin big bucks Independent, and black owned But still got more money than Al Capone Y'all niggaz can't stop a killa, A murder, a hustla, fuck it, a drug deala But if they shoot, did up with police Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East And call me Mr. Paul Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like Steven Seagal Mr. Killa, the ghetto Kadofy And 187 on any nigga that try to stop me Chorus (2X) [Big Ed] Niggaz, they want to start some stack but if they stack then let it be started And at your funeral, I want to here em say dearly departed Because I got it on my mind and on my mind I got's it When I pop ya with this heart rock make your heart stop cause I'm bout it Jack you like a New Jersey drive My niggaz are always down for that who ride, I ride Creep with these killas on our tippy tippy toes See the barrel knows where the bullet go and then we smash off in that 4 by 4 See we rolled on ya set and then bucked A bunch of niggaz fallen and they can't get up You wants to fuck with this TRU click and get ya khakis creased Get your shirt pressed and the bullets rip through yo chest TRU niggaz don't fall, fool, we to busy flossin It might be your ho we tossin Step to us and we make ya hits like Michael Jackson Cause every nigga in my crew is bout it and we packin Chorus (2X) Ha ha. Now y'all know. We run the muthafuckin streets. No Limit. True to the game. Silkk the Shocker. This shit go out to all y'all gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches (soldiers) from Richmond (Atlanta) Down South (Alabama) to the East Coast (to the West Coast) to motherfuckin Kentucky, Missouri (to Florida) to Dallas (Houston) to New Orleans (Austin, Texas) to muthafuckin Miami (D.C.) to Cinnicinnati (Ohio) to D.C. (North Carolina, South Carolina) fuckin Baton Rouge (Oklahoma) Mississippi (Kansas City) Lafayette (Georgia, Seattle, Washington) Detroit (Omaha, Nebraska) Chicago (Phoenix) To all y'all muthafuckin ghetto (Alberquerque) gangsta (Indiana) real niggaz and bitches (all y'all niggaz that's locked up) everywhere. Murder, murder, murder, murder. Ha ha. But y'all niggaz betta watch y'all ass (watch y'all ass) so y'all won't get caught up in motherfuckin 187 (a 187) Cause every nigga I know is bout it (Bout it!) Nigga that mean don't trust nobody (these niggaz rowdy) cause the sreets is real. Believe that. |
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