Murderers & Robbers

[Intro: Buckshot]

Murderer, murderer, murderer, murderer

Murderer, murderer, murderer, murderer

Murderer, murderer, murderer, murderer

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

[Chorus: Buckshot & D.O.N.]

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a nigga's ass off

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a nigga's ass off

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a nigga's ass off

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a nigga's ass off

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]

Now it's a nigga all on the dick

Of the six double six mafia

Niggas pull them triggers, let him feel the lead

It's a pimp type nigga but you don't understand me

A TEC medallion on my rope, a TEC Ruger in my hand, G

Shootin' on these suckers, who got anna

Because I won't produce them a track

So I react, by puttin' a bullet in they back

These niggas got problems, let it be known, ho

My .380'll solve 'em, like a psychiatrist

And yo, this nigga be jealous when they see how strong my pimpin' be

Pick the ho one day, the next day she's workin' the street

I got game for 'em because these busters so lame

It ain't a thang for me to work a bitch, mane

I got money in my pocket from these hoes that I got

Been about my busi-ness, peepin' inside my fat stack

The TEC-9 makin' these motherfuckers panic

Held in the hand, by a psychopathic, schizophrenic

[Chorus: Buckshot & D.O.N.]

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a nigga's ass off

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a nigga's ass off

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]

My name is Lord Infamous, chainsaw blades grind down to the gristle

Stab you in the motherfuckin' face or hizzead with the chisel

Pistols, knives, niggas lives ain't worth a nickel

Slice, blind eyes, Antichrist with the sickle, Scarecrow

Demonic, schizophrenic hell dweller

Pieces of decomposed bodies they fill up the bloody drawers down in my cellar

I need to quit drinkin' the liquor and chiefin' the blizzunts

That's full of the reefer and we are the intoxicated suspects

It may be all the reasons, why I feel these niggas must bleed

The evil seed, dead vultures in the trees

Intense pain, black razors in the breeze

Degrees, six hundred fahrenheit, sixty-six celsius

Lord Infamous the Scarecrow, stab my pitchfork in your guts

Don't hide, just because Lucifer is comin'

He knows all your secrets, no escape, so why you runnin'?

But you a gangster, motherfucker, prove that shit you tell

My name is Lord Infamous, fool, and I sleep in hell

[Chorus: Buckshot & D.O.N.]

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a nigga's ass off

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a nigga's ass off

[Verse 3: Project Pat]

I'm the one you don't fuck with, so don't even try me

A motherfuckin' soldier, you gon' have to kill me

Kill me you bitch ass boy, that's what I said

A murderer, robber, I'll stab you in your head

I'm realistic, to the god damn bone

You say you got a gang, goddammit bring it on

'Cause niggas trip me out, always tryna play hard

Ridin' around the hood, shootin' up a nigga's car

A car ain't alive and a car ain't the nigga

You sayin' I'ma die, motherfucker, pull the trigger

I figured you's a ho, when I first caught you slippin'

Fool, it's Project Pat and I'm game for a killin'

Now thinkin' I'ma run, that's a stupid ass mistake

You say you got a gun, I got a gun and I ain't fake

I'll take all the time, that it takes, this ain't a try

'Cause when I catch your ass, lame nigga, you gon' die

[Chorus: Buckshot & D.O.N.]

Murderer, murderer, murderer, murderer

Murderer, murderer, murderer, murderer

Murderer, murderer, murderer, murderer

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a nigga's ass off

Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic

Blow a nigga's ass off