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Get Your Murder On

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[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Get your murder on - cock it back and let it go

Bitch I represent them killers who be kickin in them do`s

Get your muder on - black down from head to toe

See I tried to tell you once niggaz don`t want war

[Verse Two]

Just look at life from my point of view, run where I call home

Feel what a gun do and I`ll bet you {?}

Wonder why my mind strong livin the life

When niggaz really don`t live long playin me sheist

See I`m goin all out, like straight hoes to dykes

Switchin the game around like Reeboks from Nikes

Stayin in my black dickies, t-shirts all white

Thugged out, what it`s all about, all right

Let`s just shoot it out now, we can do it all night

It don`t matter, the 50 caliber gon` bite

Watch `em scatter, the loud sound got `em all fright

Get the cheddar, then let them cowards hear the dual pipes

When we bite, we fight like pits on red meat

Is this life the shit nigga? Yes it fuckin be

Freaks take a glimpse, they scream Buck`s the shit

Now fiend for the dick, as I lean in the 6

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]

Back in my `llac the auto fo`-fo`s and Optimos

Kickin in do`s on the one stressin {?}

Let me get that out you hoes, me and my snub nose

Bonnie and Clyde, when we ride, both of us have open eyes

Realized I`m a young nigga, puttin it fuckin down

Never goin to sleep without a hundred fuckin miles

Layin it down, my name is known throughout town

Blaka blaka, blaka blaka

[Chorus]

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