Mystikal - Murderer 2 lyrics

Mothafuckin' murderer

Murdered my sister
The only thing?I'm tryin 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 fussin and the fights
Why she have to die
Couldn't?beleive 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 women
How could it be my sister
Can't say I wouln't miss her
But, I wouln't forget cha
Get that bitch for every time he hit ya
He gone pay for what he did ya mURDER!
Motherfuckin Murderer

Possesed 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 give a fuck bout a sister?
Sister was your victim
Fuck he said he didi it
What the fuck you mean your being a victim
Fuck him, I'll get 'em
Be that nigga to deal with him
Cut him and split him, reverse that feelin'
Commited?mutherfuckin? centuries under
My ceilin' the paper said lacerations to her
Trachea 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 buisness
Get that thing and kiss ya picture
Heavenly fatherhe done put me in that water
But, I got to get theat bitch for
What he did to my momma daughter
Never dreamed he'd be the one to hurt her
She died a bloody murder mURDER!
Motherfuckin' 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
Unfortunatly also taken from us
So we gotta sufer
?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 caufgt 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 wich ya
But, I'm a never heal from the scars
Of what you did to my sister mURDERER!