Murder

Murder Lyrics

Mr. Serv-On:
Say young Ken'oe
Give a little something I can f**king roll to
Some murderous type sh*t
I got a little something on my chest and I gots to get it off
See niggas playing, you wanna play?
Y'all think we slow down here, tell you what
Ken'oe, we gonna turn my
Naw wait Ken'oe, Ken'oe, hold up
I got something, stay the f**k right here
Stay the f**k right here

Magic:
Serv, Serv on, Serv, say bro, let's go bro
I just saw them niggas bro,
Let's go get them stupid ass motherf**king niggas

(Chorus)
Murder, Murder, where they at?, (ah sh*t) I see em'
(there dey go) (there dey go)
Murder, Murder, pass me them thangs, I'm gonna get em'
(pass me them thangs) (let me get em')

Mr. Serv-On:
See me, I'm a little nigga
And I ain't never had sh*t, but now I'm the best
So ain't sh*t for me to give it all up
For this motherf**king tank, around my f**king chest
When y'all see it, y'all see diamonds and gold
When I see it, I see a bunch of rowdy motherf**kers just (???)
See the colonel, he don't start no sh*t, but wait a minute
You motherf**king talking about the motherf**king tank, this nigga love
Me most of all, so watch this nigga finish
We like to go scr*p for scr*p, blow for blow
When I see you nigga, I told you I was gonna get you
I don't give a f**k about you or your hoe
Cause I'm the type of nigga that's gonna finish this sh*t
I go from town to town, if I want to f**k you up nigga
I slap you and your motherf**king b**ch
See talk about niggas down south, we slow, (what's happening)
But watch me wake up nigga
And I'm gonna show what we do nigga, what up, you wanna go?

Chorus 4x

Magic:
Yo, you better back the f**k off me
If you know me then you know my rap
I be that step on your chest, until you lose your f**king breath
b**ch, I huff, and I puff, until you shiver in fear
You looking for that Bulldoser, Mr. Magic is here
Now who want to test me?(Wha?), Who can the best be?(Who?)
Who from that lower 9, a lot of f**king grass be
Who do them b**ches be jocking and flocking round to come see
Who got them thug niggas jumping (Magic!), that's me
Hi, what happening, have y'all seen me in them videos
Floss around with a lot of hoes, smoking on that fire doja
sh*t, you can come over here if you wanna, you's a gonner,
I don't need no pistol b**ch, I'll put these f**king hands on ya!

Chorus 4x

Mr. Serv-On:
See I call myself a soldier, y'all call me a thug
f**king young Silkk told me be the f**k you gonna be, f**k the love
I (???) my tank, I only want love from niggas doing time(25 to life)
sh*t nigga, keep doing your push-up's,
I'm gonna keep busting these b**ches, that hate my kind
Some b**ches told me when you see us, y'all gonna start busting
Nigga, I heard that sh*t before,
Nigga my baby cry, my old lady at home [f**k for show]
See nigga I got Pampers to buy,
My little nephew need a new pair of shoes
So nigga f**k you, the magazines, and the motherf**king news
Y'all niggas make albums, put em' out, and they don't sell,
(that ain't my fault)
I met a nigga two weeks ago,
Put em' out now nigga and this nigga got million dollar stories to tell
I f**k with a nigga named P with gold teeth in his mouth
And a nigga like C-Murder who love the motherf**king south
So what the f**k y'all æ…´out?

Chorus 4x