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ScHoolboy Q

Murder Them

 

Murder Them

(album: Schoolboy Turned Hustla - 2008)


Yeah
DJ Ill Will
You know what's up right
GED studded
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, he's trying to plan a murder on me
In the precinct, they're saying I done murdered homie
I told the lawyer, "I ain't murder homie"
'Cause everybody know my Hoovers murder for me
Catch Mizzle down your block, wait
Climbing through your fire escape
One knock at the window, you peek, then the Glock spray
Fuck what the cops say
Fif got kicked like Bruce Lee
So when I bust, it's gon' be senseii
Everything is fact, just listen what the pen say
Still love shining, make it bright when the sky's gray
Spit for my mom's sake
Still serving niggas like entre
Fit three thousand like Andre
No competition
Real ass nigga, gangster my definition
Rap catching in my vision
My niggas on a mission, just listen
For the barrell twisted and spitting, stick you for your son's tuition

Get in the way, I'll murder them
I'll murder them
My nigga already got treis strikes, I'll murder them
I said I'll murder them
Any motherfucker touch me, I'll murder them
I'll murder them
You don't believe me, wait and see, nigga I'll murder them
That's on the 50's, I'll murder them
Haha

Until my life stop, I'll remain to be a gangsta (Yeah)
Give it to you straight and on time, fuck a chaser
No pictures painted dawg, you something like a tracer (Yeah)
Burning like a pencil when it's shooting out erasers
Forty Cali, race ya
Send you to your maker
Still rock gold, sling purple like a Laker
You don't want me on your block, back and forth pacing
Machete in the pocket, mask looking like Jason (Haha)
Still cash making (Yeah), leave your block vacant (Uh, huh)
No I'm not faking, you shrivel like bacon
Shit, you're the flow, hot, you're the gun pop
Catch me riding down your spot
Screaming out the fake block (Fake sign)
I've seen the best and the worst
We can bust the same clip but yo, help us first
'Cause your baby's mom is my baby's mom
I come through to see my young hog with the lime

Get in the way, I'll murder them
I'll murder them
My nigga already got treis strikes, I'll murder them
I said I'll murder them
Any motherfucker touch me, I'll murder them
I'll murder them
You don't believe me, wait and see, nigga I'll murder them
That's on the 50's, I'll murder them
Haha

done

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