Murderer lyrics

[Chorus: Insane & Mystikal]
Guns murder n*ggas at night
Man, n*ggas even kill n*ggas at night
Cops murder n*ggas at night
I'll be f*cked if I'm gonna let them b*tches murder mine!
Guns murder n*ggas at night
Man, n*ggas even kill n*ggas at night
Cops murder n*ggas at night
I'll be f*cked if I'm gonna let them b*tches murder mine!

[Verse 1: Mystikal]
Motherf*ckin murderer....shot my f*ckin brother
But when I find him, I'm gone GET THAT MOTHERf*ckER!
He playin the role of one them n*ggas that's always talkin noise
Runnin INSIDE, talkin that sh*t, front of his f*ckin boys
f*ck that, I'm lockin that bolt back
Loadin that gat, here that Glock come, [gunshot]
Out'cha f*ckin' head... standin on the corner
I'm peepin on ya, so I CAN CREEP UP ON YA!!!!
Calmin my nerves, get rid of these punks and stick em in my mind
You want it? Fine, I DONE REACHED FOR THAT NINE
I'm gone do you in
I'm tellin ya b*tch you gone have to get up quick
And hit the bricks before I do you in
Two of your boys spied me comin
Them coward-hearted n*ggas started runnin
But not you though, you gots to play the hard role
Stop playin it up like a bone, b*tch I KNOW YOU ARE
Talkin head gonna put you on your deathbed
Just cuz you got a gat, that's just why you actin brave
Got a gat I got a GLOCK, what'cha gone do?
Handle your business, DON'T LET YOUR BUSINESS HANDLE YOU!
[Chorus: Insane & Mystikal]
Guns murder n*ggas at night
Man, n*ggas even kill n*ggas at night
Cops murder n*ggas at night
I'll be f*cked if I'm gonna let them b*tches murder mine!
Guns murder n*ggas at night
Man, n*ggas even kill n*ggas at night
Cops murder n*ggas at night
I'll be f*cked if I'm gonna let them b*tches murder mine!

[Verse 2: Mystikal]
Pull your shirt down b*tch
I know you got a gat, but I ain't scared bout that bullsh*t
It don't matter how many f*ckin guns you got
The only thing that MATTER, is a n*gga, to get the first shot
Cuz if I peep, that ass is fallin to the street
b*tch retreat or that ass is deeeeeeead meat
Smack your teeth, but I'ma knock you off your f*ckin feet
They gone pick you up, piece-by-piece off that concrete street
When N.O. meet, who gives a f*ck about a poor neat scene?
We got beef, so I'ma shoot'cha like a FAKE b*tch
Let you know just who you f*ckin' with
But I ain't that type of n*gga
That's liable to shoot you over no DUMB sh*t!
If I'ma pop ya, I'ma pop ya for just cause
You talk too much sh*t PLUS, you popped one of my boys
Gankin n*ggas I'm gettin downright SCANDOLOUS!!!!
[gunfire] YOU CAN'T HANDLE THIS!!!!
So when you're out b*tch, move or I won't step
Cuz if I catch'cha I'ma drill ya in your f*ckin chest
I ain't gone gone ride by and pop, cause I might miss
I'ma walk up to your FACE, Pop POINT BLANK b*tch!!!
That's what you get, from out there tryin to go act bad
Not even BRUCE LEE, could whoop a bullet ass
Got'cha, come, get this ass whoopin
If you bringing them n*ggas with ya, that's nothin
I'm poppin' the clip in
n*gga fetcher, satisfied when you're on the stretcher
You might run but I'ma CATCH 'EM!!!!
[Chorus: Insane & Mystikal]
Guns murder n*ggas at night
Man, n*ggas even kill n*ggas at night
Cops murder n*ggas at night
I'll be f*cked if I'm gonna let them b*tches murder mine!
Guns murder n*ggas at night
Man, n*ggas even kill n*ggas at night
Cops murder n*ggas at night
I'll be f*cked if I'm gonna let them b*tches murder mine!

[Verse 3: Mystikal]
(Yo n*gga you caught that b*tch yet?)
f*ck NO! I ain't caught that b*tch yet
I done been through every scandalous sight, and every project
But I bet'cha, when I stop, runnin behind em
Get up, pack my sh*t and I'll STOP, and then I'll f*ckin find him
Yo dumb ass in the street
f*ck that sh*t, cuz I'ma catch your ass this week
Monday, a one day when you go play [alot of gunfire], goes the A.K
Sprayin on his ass like a roach, and if I approach, too late to duck hoe
Drop, run, fall, kick, scream, now curse
How in the f*ck you gone duck a twelve round burst?
Hammin at that ass on Tuesday, put up the nine
Go get the A.K
b*tch if I catch you in the mall Wednesday
That's the day that ass fall
Then it might be Thursday, three round burst day
The day I'm blood thirsty
f*ck that, wait til FRIDAY, PAYDAY!!!!
Shoot'cha in your face and take your money, J
Now wait til the weekend, heh, yeah
Saturday, that's the day you go CREEPIN
But you better be watchin your back cuz I'm sneakin [door noise]
Waitin for my chance to do your ass in
I don't give a f*ck if it's on Sunday
God gone have to forgive me, cuz I'ma shoot'cha in your head n*gga
[Chorus: Insane & Mystikal]
Guns murder n*ggas at night
Man, n*ggas even kill n*ggas at night
Cops murder n*ggas at night
I'll be f*cked if I'm gonna let them b*tches murder mine!
Guns murder n*ggas at night
Man, n*ggas even kill n*ggas at night
Cops murder n*ggas at night
I'll be f*cked if I'm gonna let them b*tches murder mine!