Murder Lyrics - The Shocker - Silkk The Shocker

SILKK THE SHOCKER LYRICS 

"Murder" 

Y'all niggaz ready for this Silkk the Shocker shit? 

(Y'all niggaz out there bangin) Switch! (claimin red and blue) 

Y'all niggaz bout it? Nigga be a leader not a follower 

(my muthafuckin TRU tatoo) Uuunnnggghhh! 

Murder, murder, murder, murder 

187, cause I don't give a fuck 

(Silkk) 

Well, it's time to ride, slide 

them niggaz that fucked up, they lucked up 

Seen them niggaz rollin in they cutlass 

I'm about act bad, no doubt, I'm a go in they house 

And if they home, I'm a blast, take them niggaz out 

Cause we be bout drama, 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 till all ya'll 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 

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 niggaz tryin to test nuts, tryin to act bad 

I'm a fuck you nigga 

you gon have a closed casket and I'm gon crack yo mask 

You 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 niggaz to get checked, they done pushed me to the limit 

I was a cool nigga, but now, it's only the 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 

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(Master P) 

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 

Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper 

Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder 

Down South hustla, West Coast ruler 

3rd Ward villian, 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 niggaz 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 muthafuckas like Steven Seagal 

Mr. Killa, the ghetto Kadofy 

And 187 on any nigga that try to stop me 

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(Big Ed) 

Niggaz, they want to start some stack 

but if they stack then let it be started 

And at your funeral, I want to here 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 niggaz 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 ya set and then bucked 

A bunch of niggaz 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 yo chest 

TRU niggaz don't fall, fool, we to busy flossin 

It might be your ho we tossin 

Step to us and we make ya hits like Michael Jackson 

Cause every nigga in my crew is bout it and we packin 

Ha ha. Now y'all know. We run the muthafuckin streets. 

No Limit. True to the game. Silkk the Shocker. 

This shit go out to all y'all gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches 

(soldiers) from Richmond (Atlanta) 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 muthafuckin Miami (D.C.) to 

Cinnicinnati (Ohio) to D.C. (North Carolina, South Carolina) fuckin 

Baton Rouge (Oklahoma) Mississippi (Kansas City) Lafayette (Georgia, 

Seattle, Washington) Detroit (Omaha, Nebraska) Chicago (Phoenix) 

To all y'all muthafuckin ghetto (Alberquerque) gangsta (Indiana) real 

niggaz and bitches (all y'all niggaz that's locked up) everywhere. 

Murder, murder, murder, murder. Ha ha. 

But y'all niggaz 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 niggaz rowdy) 

cause the sreets is real. Believe that.