Murder lyrics

[Intro: Silkk the Shocker & Master P]
Y'all n*ggas ready for this Silkk the Shocker sh*t?
Switch!
Y'all n*ggas out there bangin', claimin' red and blue
Y'all n*ggas 'bout it?
n*gga, be a leader not a follower (Haha)
(My motherf*ckin' TRU tattoo) Uuunnnggghhh!

[Chorus: Silkk the Shocker & Master P]
Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, 'cause I don't give a f*ck
Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, 'cause I don't give a f*ck

[Verse 1: Silkk the Shocker]
Well, it's time to ride, slide
Them n*ggas that f*cked up, they lucked up
Seen them n*ggas rollin' in they Cutlass
I'm 'bout act bad, no doubt (Damn), I'ma go in they house
When they be home, I'ma blast, take them n*ggas out
'Cause we be 'bout murder, no, f*ck that, we 'bout killin'
Drama, f*ck all that, stay real when it's time to peel
Caps, no doubt, hah, I check the house
'Cause I ain't gon' be satisfied 'til all y'all stressed out
That's a f*ckin' shame, I ain't gon be satisfied 'til I see blood, n*gga
What you think we was doin' before we was rappin'? We was drug dealers
Now you think I'm a let this sh*t slide 'cause I done got fame
f*ck the name, I can't have sh*t in this f*ckin' game
Without n*ggas tryna test nuts, without n*ggas tryna act bad
I'ma f*ck you n*gga
You gon' have a closed casket and I'm gon' crack yo' mask
n*ggas talkin' sh*t, but, b*tch, it's goin' down
See I was locked up for a second, but now I'm home now
It's time for n*ggas to get checked, they done pushed me to the limit
I was a cool n*gga, but now, it's only beginnin'
It's time to ride, when it's time to slide, you die
No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes
[Chorus: Silkk the Shocker & Master P]
Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, 'cause I don't give a f*ck
Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, 'cause I don't give a f*ck

[Verse 2: Master P]
Mr. Wicked, I be comin' hard, just like a hurricane
Choo-choo, shootin' brains, killin', Mr. Murder, mad
Hustla, balla, Mr. f*ckin' Do-a-reporter
Don't give a f*ck about a b*tch or a balla
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gat's at yo' head, call me Mr. Non-Stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd Ward villain, I'm in the killin'
They ban my videos from TV, they say they drug dealin'
Ice cream slangin'
And if the radio don't play this gangsta sh*t, what are they thinkin'?
They could stop a n*gga from comin' up
They could stop a young n*gga from makin' big bucks
Independent and black-owned
But still got more money than Al Capone
Y'all n*ggas can't stop a killa
A murder, a hustla, f*ck it, a drug deala
But if they shoot, did up with police
Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East
And call me Mr. Paul
'Cause I be smokin' motherf*ckers like Steven Seagal
Mr. Killa, the ghetto Qaddafi
And 187 on any n*gga that try to stop me
[Chorus: Silkk the Shocker & Master P]
Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, 'cause I don't give a f*ck
Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, 'cause I don't give a f*ck

[Verse 3: Big Ed]
n*ggas, they want to start some static, but if they stack then let it be started
And at your funeral, I wants to hear 'em say dearly departed
Because I got it on my mind and on my mind I got's it
When I pop ya with this heart rock, make your heart stop 'cause I'm 'bout it
Jack you like a New Jersey drive
My n*ggas are always down for that who ride, I ride
Creep with these killas on our tippy-tippy toes
See the barrel knows where the bullet go
And then we smash off in that 4 by 4
See we rolled on your set and then bucked
A bunch of n*ggas fallen and they can't get up
You wants to f*ck with this TRU click and get ya khakis creased
Get your shirt pressed and the bullets rip through your chest
TRU n*ggas don't fall, fool, we too busy flossin'
It might be your ho we tossin'
Step to us and we make ya hits like Michael Jackson
'Cause every n*gga in my crew is 'bout it and we packin'

[Chorus: Silkk the Shocker & Master P]
Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, 'cause I don't give a f*ck
Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, 'cause I don't give a f*ck
[Outro: Master P]
Haha, now y'all know
We run the motherf*ckin' streets
No Limit, TRU 2 da game
Silkk the Shocker
This sh*t go out to all y'all gangsta n*ggas and gangsta b*tches
(Soldiers)
From Richmond (Atlanta) to down South (Alabama)
To the East Coast (To the West Coast)
To motherf*ckin' Kentucky, Missouri (to Florida) to Dallas (Houston)
To New Orleans (Austin, Texas) to motherf*ckin' Miami (D.C.)
To Cincinnati (Ohio) to D.C. (North Carolina, South Carolina)
f*ckin' Baton Rouge (Oklahoma) Mississippi (Kansas City)
Lafayette (Georgia, Seattle, Washington), Detroit (Omaha, Nebraska), Chicago (Phoenix)
And to all y'all motherf*ckin' ghetto (Alberquerque) gangsta (Indiana)
Real n*ggas and b*tches (All y'all n*ggas that's locked up) everywhere
Murder, murder, murder, murder, haha
But y'all n*ggas betta watch y'all ass
(Watch y'all ass) so y'all won't get caught up in motherf*ckin' 187
(a 187)
'Cause every n*gga I know is 'bout it ('Bout it!)
n*gga that mean don't trust nobody (These n*ggas rowdy)
'Cause the streets is real, believe that