Silkk the Shocker, Big Ed, Master P - Murder lyrics

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!

Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, 'cause I don't give a fuck
Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, 'cause I don't give a fuck

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

Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, 'cause I don't give a fuck
Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, 'cause I don't give a fuck

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

Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, 'cause I don't give a fuck
Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, 'cause I don't give a fuck

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 hit's like Michael Jackson
'Cause every nigga in my crew is
'bout it and we packin'

Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, 'cause I don't give a fuck
Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, 'cause I don't give a fuck

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 (DC)
To Cincinnati
(Ohio) to DC (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