Must Be Murder Lyrics - Mc Eiht

Geah 

Yo, hoo-bangin' niggas offcials for the year 2g 

I want y'all niggas to say hello to the bad nigga, uh 

Hoo-bangin', what's up 

Geah 

Ya know this? muthaf**ka's life ain't shit 

Right here 

Creepin' up on your ass 

For the year 2g 

Must be murder 

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Nighttime vision, my hot nine catching you while you sleep 

It's critical nigga, it's too deep 

F**k, your talk is cheap, paid to sweep 

Ya know this killa nigga from the west side of the street 

Old school fool, pack choose the rules 

Confrontation, confront blazing tool 

My mighty black sword is ready to duel 

No sympathy when punishment's include 

Back the f**k up, niggas, I act up 

Homerun-hitter, the quick nine-spitter 

When my mind starts playing tricks and flashbacks 

Of seein porno flicks, done criminal acts 

Y'all ain't touching my squad 

Run the whole yard, anybody disguised, pulling your card 

Mock my life, nigga, it's too hard 

Ready for battle in the streets, you get scarred 

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Must - be murder 

Hoo-bangin' for life ain't no joke 

Must be murder 

Reppin' the west, so watch the gun smoke 

I know my momma be praying her lord save me 

I bail the street with the strap, the homie daily 

You're crazy, y'all ain't from my spot, so push 

Before your dead body's recovered, multiple shots 

You speak by your weak position, thinkin' you're strong 

You're wrong, nigga, watch my killa ambition 

Touch ya, hoo-bang niggas who ride 

Who roll on your side ready to die 

Who lights up your life with hot flames 

Real straight game, thug life's the game 

Gettin' it, never pretending since the beginning 

Niggas like me keeps the world spinnin' 

I ain't done yet, enemies don't tempt me 

Unload episodes until my clip empty 

Y'all ain't gettin' the front line 

Your front line, you can save conversation with my nine 

Chorus... 

Criminal mind, but this time a west coast loc 

Can't stand a compton nigga slangin' slugs like f**kin coke 

Money made the illegal way, I roll the regal way 

Brown paper bag full of baggies to maintain 

Just can't stay away from hood niggas 

Hood bitches, hood towns and hood sounds 

F**k anybody who disrespect get chin-checked 

Fly like a eagle, the hollows hit the deck 

Expect the worst in the hood if you gon' kick it 

Doors open, murder show, go get your ticket 

Sly, slick and wicked, bullets ready to rico- 

Chet off your body, they toe tag, they stick it 

The guns ready to straight catch ya 

Murder was the case, trying to hide my face 

Evil as they come 

I clicks the f**kin' nine gun, y'all fools best to run 

Chorus... 

Geah 

Hoo-bangin's official 

You know how the f**k we do it 

Real niggas 

In the y2k 

Doin' what the f**k we gotta do 

Y'all niggas perpetrating 

You know, keep it thug over here 

You know, keep it thug right here, hoo-bangin' official 

Y'all niggas is just like us 

Real niggas on the block is how we keep it 

Never fakin' the funk 

4-5's and 9's catchin' you, nigga 

Till the day we die, fool 

Geah 

Compton, nigga 

Geah