Get Your Murder On Lyrics - T.i.p. - Young Buck

(feat. Rizin Sun) 

(Verse One) 

You niggaz got me fucked up, it's time to go to war 

Nigga so what's up, I bust up, any muh'fucker feelin he rougher 

I can't get enough of, showin niggaz what time it is 

Go inside his crib, find his kids 'til we find the shit 

Go ahead and keep buyin shit, act like you run the town 

On the worst day, your birthday, that's when I cut you down 

Let me show you how, to make this money by the pound 

Get a black dickie fit, can't forget the hundred rounds 

Still a murder man, told myself I'd never hurt again 

Niggaz out here hoes, so I'm kickin in they do's 

And nobody knows when a nigga like me be comin 

Nigga stop drop and roll when a nigga like me be gunnin 

Wanna live to see tomorrow? Better calm down your woman 

And that shit in that plastic bag better be all hundreds 

When my mask down, that mean I'm ready to blast now 

Taught your ass a lesson, bet you'll learn how to act now 

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(Chorus: repeat 2X) 

Get your murder on - cock it back and let it go 

Bitch I represent them killers who be kickin in them do's 

Get your muder on - black down from head to toe 

See I tried to tell you once niggaz don't want war 

(Verse Two) 

Just look at life from my point of view, run where I call home 

Feel what a gun do and I'll bet you {?} 

Wonder why my mind strong livin the life 

When niggaz really don't live long playin me sheist 

See I'm goin all out, like straight hoes to dykes 

Switchin the game around like Reeboks from Nikes 

Stayin in my black dickies, t-shirts all white 

Thugged out, what it's all about, all right 

Let's just shoot it out now, we can do it all night 

It don't matter, the 50 caliber gon' bite 

Watch 'em scatter, the loud sound got 'em all fright 

Get the cheddar, then let them cowards hear the dual pipes 

When we bite, we fight like pits on red meat 

Is this life the shit nigga? Yes it fuckin be 

Freaks take a glimpse, they scream Buck's the shit 

Now fiend for the dick, as I lean in the 6 

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(Chorus) 

(Verse Three) 

Back in my 'llac the auto fo'-fo's and Optimos 

Kickin in do's on the one stressin {?} 

Let me get that out you hoes, me and my snub nose 

Bonnie and Clyde, when we ride, both of us have open eyes 

Realized I'm a young nigga, puttin it fuckin down 

Never goin to sleep without a hundred fuckin miles 

Layin it down, my name is known throughout town 

Blaka blaka, blaka blaka 

(Chorus)