Mystikal - Murderer lyrics

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Motherfuckin murderer....shot my fuckin brother

But when I find him, I'm gone GET THAT MOTHERFUCKER!

He playin the role of one them niggas that's always talkin noise

Runnin INSIDE, talkin that shit, front of his fuckin boys

Fuck that, I'm lockin that bolt back

Loadin that gat, here that glock come,

Out'cha fuckin' head... standin on the corner

I'm peepin on ya, so I CAN CREEP UP ON YA!!!!

Calmin my nerves, get rid of these punks and stick em in my mind

You want it? Fine, I DONE REACHED FOR THAT NINE

I'm gone do you in

I'm tellin ya bitch you gone have to get up quick

And hit the bricks before I do you in

Two of your boys spied me comin

Them coward-hearted niggas started runnin

But not you though, you gots to play the hard role

Stop playin it up like a bone, BITCH I KNOW YOU ARE

Talkin head gonna put you on your deathbed

Just cuz you got a gat, that's just why you actin brave

Got a gat I got a GLOCK, what'cha gone do?

Handle your business, DON'T LET YOUR BUSINESS HANDLE YOU!

Pull your shirt down bitch

I know you got a gat, but I ain't scared bout that bullshit

It don't matter how many fuckin guns you got

The only thing that MATTER, is a nigga, to get the first shot

Cuz if I peep, that ass is fallin to the street

Bitch retreat or that ass is deeeeeeead meat

Smack your teeth, but I'ma knock you off your fuckin feet

They gone pick you up, piece-by-piece off that concrete street

When N.O. meet, who gives a fuck about a poor neat scene?

We got beef, so I'ma shoot'cha like a FAKE BITCH

Let you know just who you fuckin' with

But I ain't that type of nigga

that's liable to shoot you over no DUMB SHIT!

If I'ma pop ya, I'ma pop ya for just cause

you talk too much shit PLUS, you popped one of my boys

Gankin niggas I'm gettin downright SCANDOLOUS!!!!

So when you're out bitch, move or I won't step

Cuz if I catch'cha I'ma drill ya in your fuckin chest

I ain't gone gone ride by and pop, cause I might miss

I'ma walk up to your FACE, Pop POINT BLANK BITCH!!!

That's what you get, from out there tryin to go act bad

Not even BRUCE LEE, could whoop a bullet ass

Got'cha, come, get this ass whoopin

If you bringing them niggas with ya, that's nothin

I'm poppin' the clip in

Nigga fetcher, satisfied when you're on the stretcher

You might run but I'ma CATCH 'EM!!!!

(Yo nigga you caught that bitch yet?)

FUCK NO! I ain't caught that bitch yet

I done been through every scandalous sight, and every project

But I bet'cha, when I stop, runnin behind em

Get up, pack my shit and I'll STOP, and then I'll fuckin find him

Yo dumb ass in the street

Fuck that shit, cuz I'ma catch your ass this week

Monday, a one day when you go play

Sprayin on his ass like a roach, and if I approach, too late to duck hoe

Drop, run, fall, kick, scream, now curse

How in the fuck you gone duck a twelve round burst?

Hammin at that ass on Tuesday, put up the nine

Go get the A.K.

Bitch if I catch you in the mall Wednesday

That's the day that ass fall

Then it might be Thursday, three round burst day

The day I'm blood thirsty

Fuck that, wait til FRIDAY, PAYDAY!!!!

Shoot'cha in your face and take your money, J

Now wait til the weekend, heh, yeah

Saturday, that's the day you go CREEPIN

But you better be watchin your back cuz I'm sneakin

Waitin for my chance to do your ass in

I don't give a fuck if it's on Sunday

God gone have to forgive me, cuz I'ma shoot'cha in your head nigga