Murder

[Intro: Silkk the Shocker & Master P] Y'all niggas ready for this Silkk the Shocker shit? Switch! Y'all niggas out there bangin', claimin' red and blue Y'all niggas 'bout it? Nigga, be a leader not a follower (Haha) (My motherfuckin' TRU tattoo) Uuunnnggghhh! [Chorus: Silkk the Shocker & Master P] Murder, murder, murder, murder 187, 'cause I don't give a fuck Murder, murder, murder, murder 187, 'cause I don't give a fuck [Verse 1: Silkk the Shocker] Well, it's time to ride, slide Them niggas that fucked up, they lucked up Seen them niggas 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 niggas out 'Cause we be 'bout murder, no, fuck that, we 'bout killin' Drama, fuck 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 fuckin' shame, I ain't gon be satisfied 'til I see blood, nigga What you think we was doin' before we was rappin'? We was drug dealers Now you think I'm a let this shit slide 'cause I done got fame Fuck the name, I can't have shit in this fuckin' game Without niggas tryna test nuts, without niggas tryna act bad I'ma fuck you nigga You gon' have a closed casket and I'm gon' crack yo' mask Niggas talkin' shit, but, bitch, it's goin' down See I was locked up for a second, but now I'm home now It's time for niggas to get checked, they done pushed me to the limit I was a cool nigga, 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 fuck Murder, murder, murder, murder 187, 'cause I don't give a fuck [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. fuckin' Do-a-reporter Don't give a fuck about a bitch 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 shit, what are they thinkin'? They could stop a nigga from comin' up They could stop a young nigga from makin' big bucks Independent and black-owned But still got more money than Al Capone Y'all niggas can't stop a killa A murder, a hustla, fuck 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' motherfuckers like Steven Seagal Mr. Killa, the ghetto Qaddafi And 187 on any nigga that try to stop me [Chorus: Silkk the Shocker & Master P] Murder, murder, murder, murder 187, 'cause I don't give a fuck Murder, murder, murder, murder 187, 'cause I don't give a fuck [Verse 3: Big Ed] Niggas, 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 niggas 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 niggas fallen and they can't get up You wants to fuck with this TRU click and get ya khakis creased Get your shirt pressed and the bullets rip through your chest TRU niggas 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 nigga 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 fuck Murder, murder, murder, murder 187, 'cause I don't give a fuck [Outro: Master P] Haha, now y'all know We run the motherfuckin' streets No Limit, TRU 2 da game Silkk the Shocker This shit go out to all y'all gangsta niggas and gangsta bitches (Soldiers) From Richmond (Atlanta) to down South (Alabama) To the East Coast (To the West Coast) To motherfuckin' Kentucky, Missouri (to Florida) to Dallas (Houston) To New Orleans (Austin, Texas) to motherfuckin' Miami (D.C.) To Cincinnati (Ohio) to D.C. (North Carolina, South Carolina) Fuckin' Baton Rouge (Oklahoma) Mississippi (Kansas City) Lafayette (Georgia, Seattle, Washington), Detroit (Omaha, Nebraska), Chicago (Phoenix) And to all y'all motherfuckin' ghetto (Alberquerque) gangsta (Indiana) Real niggas and bitches (All y'all niggas that's locked up) everywhere Murder, murder, murder, murder, haha But y'all niggas betta watch y'all ass (Watch y'all ass) so y'all won't get caught up in motherfuckin' 187 (a 187) 'Cause every nigga I know is 'bout it ('Bout it!) Nigga that mean don't trust nobody (These niggas rowdy) 'Cause the streets is real, believe that