Murder lyrics

[Intro]
It's the murderer, it's the murderer
It's the murderer, it's the murderer

[Verse 1: V-Nasty]
Just hit us some stacks, got the pistol in the backpack
One in my hand, leave a n*gga with no get-back
I'm on some solid sh*t, what you n*ggas callin' it?
You're all diggin' holes, got you n*ggas fallin' in
You know me and my real n*ggas show off, we ball off
Late night creepin' in the rental, tinted windows
Got b*tches sayin' suspects didn't know
Came back nothing more, leave no witness though
Bad b*tches say', "V-Nasty, you a all-star!"
I'm kilin' b*tches, come back in a new car
They shot up at my whip but it didn't get 'em far
I'm aimin' at bodies, b*tch, I don't shoot at cars!

[Verse 2: Kreayshawn]
Come back on the murder game, Kreayshawn has a thang
Well, that's a big thang
[?] really make a b*tch sang
We can make a song if you buy back a chain
Got your b*tch ride, whole face blown out
187 on a ho is what I'm talkin' 'bout
[?] poppin' off the couch
She don't believe what we always talkin' bout
Run out, talk sh*t, get pushed back
White girls got clips like we in Baghdad
We active, a real savage
A murder charge? We ain't have it
We backin' out, just got the passport
We ain't scared of a b*tch, passin' Newports
I smoke it slow man, I love to blow, man
I pull my pistol out, and let the trigger pull, man
[Verse 3: V-Nasty]
Woke up in the middle of the night on some freaky sh*t
Busters callin' me askin' why I'm never speakin' that they higher than me now
Asking why I knocked them down
Filed a missin' report, the brain was never found
Had to chop his body up, in the river, he drowned
I'm on some psycho sh*t, kill a b*tch for the f*ck of it
Leave no evidence, no fingerprints
187 homicide coming close to where you sleep at
Yeah these voices ain't let me get my sleep back
3 AM outside, early mornin'
Creepin' through your window while its rainin' and pourin'
Got these keys to my whip and my whip game foreign
Got haters actin' like they adore me
[?]fake b*tches on that type of sh*t got for me
Come through the front door, break your whole family
n*ggas talkin' sh*t, but you knew you was my enemy

[Skit]
Warning! Warning!
This mixtape may cause rubber bands to bop, paper to stack, guns to bust, and [?] to rain!
It should only be listened to in the fast lane!
With the windows up, blowin' pur-