Kill, Kill, Kill, Murder, Murder, Murder Lyrics - Enquiring Minds - Gangsta Boo

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Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder 

40-40 cal, watch a nigga hurt a 

Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder 

40 fuckin' cal, watch a nigga hurta 

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(Gangsta Boo) 

On the other side of town 

Blake Haven bound 

Where I'm found 

Ain't nobody bloody 

Angels sayin', must be hell bound 

Everybody on that liqour 

Bangsta Boo is right up with ya 

Can't you see your picked a picture perfect 

Now it's time to get you 

Come with me 

So you can see the side 

Of the dark niggas 

Claimin' hard 

Be left with body parts in the yard 

Bitch I got you scared 

Unless you prepared to take the test 

Hope you study hard 

When this go fly through your fuckin' vest 

Never be as clever as I 

I'm on the level come high 

High till the day that I die 

Or will you kiss me good bye 

I'm bout it, whatever bitch 

You wanna get some of this 

You be the one that get your ass kicked 

Quick in the dick 

I'll put your ass inn a trunk 

In the city of bump 

I might not lock up the door 

Blaze a crystal blunt 

I'm in the studio loot 

Doin' a race on this track 

Some with me (?) 

I got it locked like that 

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I got this shit locked tight 

Ain't no keepin' me out 

You cannot see is 

So when I tell you somethin' bitch 

You best believe it 

I swear you shouldn't battle with me 

I'm like a pimple 

I pop up out of no where 

On your ass so simple 

I'm laid back on this track 

I figure you feelin' nigga 

Throw your setts in the air (throw your setts in the air) 

Scrip your killas and killas 

About your dealas on the block 

Makin' money that's right 

About the ladies on the real lookin' for a late night 

Don't be surprised when you see me 

Cause I (?) at the world 

To all you top notch niggas 

Or material girls 

They call me lady maybe baby 

I gets jiggy with mine 

I'm feelin' fine on the rise 

Prophet Posse behind 

I'm 18 98 flowin' all of my flows 

So bitch imagine how I sound 

When I'm 20 years old 

We so so def like Jermaine 

But bitch we tearin' it up 

The number one hit song 

Of the banned and closed 

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