Mystikal - Murder 2 - dirty lyrics

Mothafuckin' murderer mothafuckin' murderer
Murdered my sister the only thing
I'm trying to tell is to take it to that
Nigga
Get that mutherfucker what I tell myself
Make that mutherfucka feel what Chell felt
Heavenly father but your will to bring
Them tears to her eyes
Fuck the fussing and the fights
Why she have to die
Couldn't believe my, baby
To leave away from here so goddamn early
I tried to tell her that nigga was
Bad news but she ain't heard me
Fact was that she love this bitch
But she found love on the graveyard shift
And how many mutherfuckin' quick lift
Or spliff on the fifth find my, baby
Sister she ain't deserve that shit
Nigga, you couldn't of nigga, you wouldn't
Put your hand on a woman how


Could it be my sister
Can't say I wouldn't miss her
But I wouldn't forget cha
Get that bitch for every time he hit, ya
He gone pay for what he did, ya

Murderer mothafuckin' murderer
Mothafuckin' murderer mothafuckin' murderer

Possessed that nigga that hurt her 100%
Black Queen self every women
Nigga, you lost your fuckin' life
When you took hers
From her you took her from her brothers
And her baby, mother from her
But after it's said and done your
Ass gone burn like it's summer
Even a fuck 'bout a system
Sister was your victim fuck, he said
He did it what the fuck you
Mean you're being a victim
Fuck him I'll get 'em be that nigga
To deal with him
Cut him and split him reverse that feelin'
Committed mutherfuckin' centuries under
My ceilin' the paper said
Lacerations to her what did the killin'
But thats on my first born to
Make him my first blood
Nigga, you took her from her fuckin'
Close friends and first cous'
She would probably miss my
Partner she was cool
With multiplied by the people
She went to school
With never the less rest my sweet sister
I'm about to handle this business
Get that thing and kiss ya, picture
Heavenly father he done put me in that water
But, I got to get that bitch for what he did
To my momma daughter
Never dreamed he'd be the one to hurt her
She died a bloody murder

Murderer mothafuckin' murderer
Mothafuckin' murderer mothafuckin' murderer
Mothafuckin' murderer

Into the tick-tock of the wee hour
Shit started to get sour
She was killed by that fuckin' coward
How could nothin' take so much and
No more was uppin' no more huggin'
But his conciense know the truth
So he fucked up and
Her memories was all that was left
So to that I'm clutchin'
She was taken out of your reach
Now you can't touch her
Unfortunately also taken from us
So we gotta suffer
Dabalin' down to that last
Supper gotta hustle
Feelin' my album shake the devil
Up reconstruct this motherfucka
I never slowed down just throw it
Down like I know how
Thought I do it like she would have
Wanted me to do it
I still can't believe I lost
Her in the worst way
She died wearin' my very first
T-shirt on my birthday
Now what the fuck I'm supposed to celebrate
Would have celebrated if I caught his ass
But, I got in my bed and it's too late
Everybody gotta roll they must play
No hollerin' when to pray
But this mutherfucka gotta pay
There will be no reasonable excuse
For what you've done
Even ignored him when he
Started stealin' from me
Cause them was crumbs
A raindrop to a river, huh
A sinner to a Christian
A holler to a whisper she was the sole reason
That I got along which, ya, but I'm a never
Heal from the scars of what
You did to my sister

Murderer mothafuckin' murderer
Mothafuckin' murderer mothafuckin' murderer
Mothafuckin' murderer mothafuckin' murderer
Mothafuckin' murderer