Murder Game

[Produced by: Statik Selektah] [Intro] Get him boy Get him boy Get him boy [Verse 1: Tek] I ain't having it don't try to give me dap I don't fuck with rats if you take the pack Better bring that money back It's a simple fact, that the bill is scrapped With the milli mac, hit you with a rack It's a mummy wrap Haters jumping out got you frozen like a snapshot Drumroll your whole team the mascot Pure killa, no filter hoover gang Real niggas never speak about our murder game [Verse 2: Young M.A] Crooklyn bullies, black hoodies Get fully loaded nigga, I smack pussy Pussy pussy cat, come here pussy cat Pull that hoodie back We shooting first ain't no shooting back I like my bitches from the hood Head tied with the doobie wrap She told me bring that big dog I told her bring that cootie cat 6 inch Ruger, 9 milli in that Louis bag Down that shit I be quick to cop the tooly back [Verse 3: Tek] Bedford Stuyvesant, the livest one My barrel is thorough fill a cold burrow Niggas on me, I'mma RIP 'em Put him on display let his homies see him This young boy think the game is soft Till they get they whole head knocked off My nigga shell shocked from the crack era 20 years later coming home together [Verse 4: Young M.A] This style is that really good shit This that wish a nigga would shit 2pac and Suge shit Got a lot of niggas mad because the money's steady coming in When I pull my phone out them bitches put they number in Automatic guns you can call my niggas drummer men And when they go burrrrahh, you see a bunch of running men If you ain't fucking with M.A aye well fuck 'em then The mixtape is coming that's a way to bring the summer in [Verse 4: Tek] 25 years with an L on it Put a closed eye no scale on it Fuck paid a quarter hope it come back If not guns out and we come back Still from day one all about the money Paranoid niggas so they move funny Taught a boy learn from the hand to hand Death is life, you can die where you stand [Verse 5: Steele] I don't give a fuck, not a motherfuck Not a single solitary fuck Pussy cream when the pistol buck Keep a pistol tucked Come up missing when you riff with us Fuck the game, bitch I run the team the commissioner I'mma freak, I'mma vicious one Got some bitches tougher than you niggas that will hit you up Tell the coroner, zip you up Pop a zip, tell a sensai roll a cinci up [Verse 6: Buckshot] Brooklyn, home of the official Motherfuckers comeing with a shock for your body tissue Probably miss you if you was somebody important Relevant rappers getting clapped in that black coffin That's often seen when I'm on the scene nah-mean? M.A said get him Buck, I get him with the team nah-mean? When I'm on the scene nah-mean? M.A said get him Buck, I get him with the team Get him boy feel what I'm spitting boy When the clip deploy niggas get destroyed RIP, now all I need is a clip of blow it in the crowd Fuck loud that ain't shit to me Nigga try it, you a joke no laughing But I'mma grab 'e see heads dying Feds eying shots firing BK the liars men bitch where I just went [Outro] Yea yea I buck 'em down, I buck em down I buck 'em down, I buck em down I buck 'em down