I’ll Murder You (Remix)

[Intro: Sticky Fingaz & Gang Green] Nah-nah, fuck that, I ain't gonna murder you I'll beat you in the head with a back of the pistol and turn you into a vegetable I'm a no-good nigga, fuck it, some gotta give Call me Mr. Negative, I'll murder my own relative I just can't let nothing live Nigga, I'll die in this shit the game that I run with (Yo, we be on some shit) Commit murda (So we'll get away with it) [Verse 1: Still Livin'] Ayo, the only the only thing I miss was the things that I had And the only thing that I touched was the shit I had to grab He who misbelieved in the life we live Try to make it through our section, but he [???] I got the feel for destruction, let's go start the suffering Consequences that make the struggle, let's keep hustlin' I bust when start singin' let me finish explainin' You try to run but there's still the bullet remaining The lyrical threat to the MCs who ain't on yet Even the best couldn't manifest my contents The rest of my enemies bit the dust 'Cause that's what happens to niggas who don't flow with us [Verse 2: Fredro Starr] Killa [?] South Suicide murder capital caps Comin' at you black cats it's all actual My dirty gun bust rust what, give it up Dolla-dolla, dolla bill y'all kill y'all Intelligent sharp militant, all new tactic Who grab the gun, it's drastic, crack [?] My niggas delegate push back the Chevelle Fuck celebrate game creep, you better run [Verse 3: Whosane Scruggs] Yo, it's the [?], the nights the [?] The real came out and you couldn't definite The most miserable, frustrated disciple, trapped in elements Rip my [???], strip the [???] Blood pool walls and the boomings of my rivals 666 ways of survival [?] Fingers keepin' motherfuckers moves off your fingerprints So 'bout the skeletons I chose to [?] [Chorus: Fredro Starr & Gang Green] I'll murder you! With everything we got Shot for shot we blowin' up your spot I'll murder you! With everything we got Shot for shot we blowin' up your spot I'll murder you! With everything we got Shot for shot we blowin' up your spot I'll murder you! With everything we got Shot for shot we blowin' up your spot [Verse 4: Sonsee] The ready full pack knack [?], trap the roaches Rappers lose like a [?] maniac that's posted [?] marksmanship The ghetto scholarship (With hollow tips!) Miss ya whole shit, don't like novakane My madness [?] isn't over gay, rugged games of vertebrae You fucked up, you stop trust that's the move Catch the booze, ask you to playing them [?] [Verse 5: Omar "Iceman" Sharif] Niggas like you were only made for getting killed I never heard of you, without a dirty two (I'll murder you! I'll murder you!) I won't inform you right now the [?] Here's an example, from it's the pitiful lyrics it's critic You [?], because I'm skillful I'm elevating, dominate and stick-in, stinkin', stick-in I be wrecking some rushing niggas [?] In a possession, like [?] guessin' [Verse 6: X-1] When I react, a nose is slacked A bust a cap and watch a brain [?] The shit I come with, believe, [?] got a fly hit Who's [?] blood from your eyelid, it's a dumb [?] You's in the one way, scared of the gunplay Caught up in the blackout, I'll blow your back out Things is strange and never change when you [?] I can't let go, my mind's intertwined with the ghetto Killa years, on the the streets of the prisoners Nothin' but a struggler, rippin' out your jugular Afficial Nast' will bury ya, so there is area [Chorus: Fredro Starr & Gang Green] I'll murder you! With everything we got Shot for shot we blowin' up your spot I'll murder you! With everything we got Shot for shot we blowin' up your spot I'll murder you! With everything we got Shot for shot we blowin' up your spot I'll murder you! With everything we got Shot for shot we blowin' up your spot [Outro: Fredro Starr] I'll murder you! I'll murder you! I'll murder you! I'll murder you!