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Murderers & Robbers


Artist: Project Pat
Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 4
Year:

Easily Executed Lyrics - Murderers & Robbers - Project Pat

(Hook) 

Easily Executed X4 

 

(Verse 1) 

Cracking niggas jaws, running hoes into walls 

Punks begging for they lives, mothafucka I don't pause 

When I blast on yo ass I'm gone empty this clip 

Nigga live by yo rep, but I ain't taking shit 

When I slip in my disguise, letting you know what I'm about 

And I'm blasting at the dark, that's gon blow yo brains out 

Of yo head, leave you dead, in a pool of yo blood 

Niggas died, niggas scared, cause, I don't show no love 

Ain't no fear, when I hear, that the police got a witness 

Now they looking for a suspect in North Memphis 

Whose this realistic killa wit no conscience 

Full of that alcohol, never smoking blunt junts 

Get the pump, known as the seven shot scatter gun 

Splatter some suckas head open, then I break and run 

To the car, parked round the other corner of the street 

Hit the gas fast, dog a nigga gotta beat the heat 

 

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(Hook) 

Fuckin wit the nigga like Pat, you can die hoe 

When I come out wit the gat, I'm a? try? hoe X2 

 

Easily Executed X8 

 

(Verse 2) 

Bow down and recognize, nigga it's a homicide 

Fuckin wit the nigga like the pastor, that's a suicide 

Mission that yo ass on, besta pack a chrome tome 

Suckas play that role, like they killas bring it on jones 

Roaming in ya neighborhood, and I got my sawed-off 

Caught cha getting yo shit, I got my junt and blew yo ass off 

Fool, I'm fo real black, caps I'm gon peal back 

Not that psychopathic crazy nigga, but I'll snap 

You in half wit my bare hands, trick this ain't no candy land 

Hoe this ain't no game, they gon find you in a trash can 

Down-town fulla flys, blood drippin from yo eyes 

? dig? a hoes body for days, and they can't decide 

who did it, who done it, police on that okey-doke 

say it's drug related cause I did like them white folks do 

late at night, wit no witnesses around bro 

letting yo ass know, if you step, you can die hoe 

 

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(Hook) 

Fuckin wit the nigga like Pat, you can die hoe 

When I come out wit the gat, I'm a? try? hoe X2 

 

Fuckin wit the nigga like Pat, you can die hoe 

When I (When I) come out wit the gat, I'm a? try? hoe X2 

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