Murda Dem

[Intro] (That motherfucker’s gone, he’s not comin back B I laid the murder game down, let niggas know we not fucking around man Shit’s cool yo) [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Woke up on some bullshit, think I’m finna rob me a rapper Showed up fifty deep, better show then kidnap his ass right after And niggas don’t be doin that at parties in my city cause that shit might happen East side G.I clique fuck nigga we body snatchers Shout ma nigga T-mac, wigs comin in, can’t relax Nigga took a trip today, twenty freaks in the room on the beach, you believe that? Dope in my cup so a nigga bout to lean back Big bitch finna fire the weed up, another bitch finna throw the dope on Whip it up and scoop it like snowcones Feel like tony when he stepped outside, and looked at the blimp They say what, just say fuck em, shake these weak niggas off your dick I’m the first nigga from the G to flip this street shit legit Before I met that nigga snow I was thuggin and trained to go (it’s gangsta gibbs) [Hook: Freddie Gibbs] It’s murder, it’s murder, it’s murder, it’s murder (x4) [Verse 2: G.I. Fleezy] I put my name out in the streets They already know not to fuck with a nigga like me, don’t even blink Chop em with that fire like fourth of July when you seen, can’t nobody breathe Won’t nobody eat if they don’t get it all from me so we believe in giving back That’s just to ashes that’s a fact So lot of pressure better measure a rich nigga right where he at One keg note, two pop off, three ransack, this fit the crime, of a real nigga that’s gunning for a nigga that’s tryin to run up and try and come take mine Don’t fake dying, get the job done Don’t play blind, take all of em We saw love, and they saw something Cleaned up when they think all done I’m bout mine, you bout yours, that’s a real niggas connect Don’t do the crime, ain’t bout the life, that’s a fuck nigga ejected, murder [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Kill] Murder, Murder, Murder my nigga that’s all she fucking wrote Riding down 9-65 blowing on that purple smoke Pounds in the back, ? on my lap, I got these niggas hating dog Niggas hating on Big Kill and I don’t even know Restfully, I do my thing when I’m in that fucking trap This lifestyle here I chose your bitch, but nigga we live this rap You better sit yo punk ass back, before yo ass gets clapped This 2-2-3 will chop yo ass down round after round My G.I. Niggas shifting their shit, in and out of town I’ll fuck yo bitch and hit me a lick, for lights and fucking pounds I’ll show up at yo mofucking door, we bout to shut shit down We put them hoes face down on the floor, but we don’t fuck around It’s kill [Hook]