MURDERER (from "Gully" soundtrack)

Rah-rah, rah-rah, rah-rah, rah
(Hit-Boy)
Hmm

Murderer, murderer
Said he wanna be a murderer, murderer, rah
He wanna be a murderer, murderer, rah
He said he wanna be a murderer

Yeah, hopped off the porch like Geronimo, yeah
He tryna get his money up, yeah
So he pop the trunk, got a .44, ooh shit
Said he wanna be a murderer (Yeah)
Said he wanna be a murderer (Yeah, yeah)
Murderer (Ooh shit)
Said he wanna be a murderer (Ooh shit, yeah, uh)
Murderer, rah, rah (Yeah)

You are not a killer, I can see it in your eyes
I know the feeling when you see a real nigga die
Believe me we done been through this too many times
Rest in peace to my OG, wish he was still alive
Men made gun, gun don't make a man
Get that hate up out your heart and take it out your hand
Sit your scary ass down, you don't understand
Everything outside of the ten is gangland
Compton, Watts, South Central, the District to Long Beach
Where the skinny niggas carry strong heat
Four deep, on a slow creep, fuck the police (Police, police)
And I still remember with my homie

Yeah, hopped off the porch like Geronimo, yeah
He tryna get his money up, yeah
So he pop the trunk, got a .44, ooh shit
Said he wanna be a murderer (Yeah)
Said he wanna be a murderer (Yeah, yeah)
Murderer (Ooh shit)
Said he wanna be a murderer (Ooh shit, yeah, uh)
Murderer, rah, rah (Yeah)

Calm down, dawg
Settle down, dawg, settle down
I tell 'em, "Calm down, dawg
Settle down, dawg" (Settle down, dawg)

Murderer, murderer
Said he wanna be a murderer, murderer, rah
He wanna be a murderer, murderer, rah
He said he wanna be a murderer

Yeah, hopped off the porch like Geronimo, yeah
He tryna get his money up, yeah
So he pop the trunk, got a .44, ooh shit
Said he wanna be a murderer (Yeah)
Said he wanna be a murderer (Yeah, yeah)
Murderer (Ooh shit)
Said he wanna be a murderer (Ooh shit, yeah, uh)
Murderer, rah, rah (Yeah)