Young Buck - This Is Murder Not Music (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Man, what a fuck, man?

Shit!

I'm on a hard bench, trying sleep in the pen

Man, how the fuck did I get here again?

First thing in a morning, it's the fuck shit

They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch

He told me do it, one click, you ain't tell me to do it

You ain't a shooter, you a ...nigga, you fucking loser!

I fly the kite, my little man cut his sister up

He loves his bitch, you snatch her, he'll start switching up

I'm cool, I just wait till my next court day

I bet he catch amnesia, then do this shit at leisure.

Surrounded by blood, crips, kings, and yetis

Gym stars open niggas up like Berettas

I'm trying to be easy

But every now and then I gotta put it in,

Please believe me!

You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared Jack

Or buck 50, keep the change he can wear that!

Hook:

This is murder, this is not music

I had yo style ten years ago,

I just did not use it!

You niggas forgot how I do it

Well, I do it like this, nothing to it!

This is murder, this is not music

I had yo style ten years ago,

I just did not use it!

You niggas forgot how I do it

Well, I do it like this, nothing to it!

Yeah, same night from the .. woods

Still with me, looking for some new spot to...

Fuck your life, and see the.. yours

Concrete floors, I still feel like I’m behind your doors

I want war, I’m weared up, fatigued up

I’m getting fast money, but I need to speed up! (Let’s go!)

Ya niggas kicking their feet up,

Just smoking their weed up

Well, I’mma creep up with my heat up, and make them freeze up!

Hold up, brought these up!

Put some bodies in a box for Maserati fox

New York, when I get dead, I need to hear a lot of shots!

A couple chickens on the video vixen

Sent on a mission and one...bet I’ve been missing.

I don’t listen, I’m hard headed,

Now just want, but you won’t get it

My niggas is out-breded, it’s chrome just to beat the case.

I see death when I see your face, you know

And even at this pace, I’mma still lead the race

Come on!

Hook:

This is murder, this is not music

I had yo style ten years ago,

I just did not use it!

You niggas forgot how I do it

Well, I do it like this, nothing to it!

This is murder, this is not music

I had yo style ten years ago,

I just did not use it!

You niggas forgot how I do it

Well, I do it like this, nothing to it!

Yeah! All I'mma do is this. I'mma keep counting money

I don't give a fuck if it make you sick to see a nigga win

I'mma make you watch me win over and over again!

You already know what it is with me, motherfucker

This year, goddamn it!

You motherfuckers is making me lose count man

Gotta start this shit over, I'm licking my fingers

I'm getting! I got 100 dollar bills, for real, nigga!

All I'mma do is this, man.

You hear that sound in the background?

I'mma do this shit till my thumb get tired!

I'mma take a break when I get past your momma house, nigga!

When I count more than your momma house, I'mma take a break.

We gonna get a new style!

Hand me that money over there, that’s what we gonna do!

All year long!

It's back to 50, you already know

Get the money, and shut the fuck up

Watch me do what I'm doing,

Cause niggas can't stop nothing that I'm doing, nothing I'm doing!

Right after you get in the way

We gonna start shooting again like it's nothing changed

We went through that whole

“Kumbaya my lord, let's be friends by the fire!"

It's over, nigga!

Back to the script, you know how this shit go

How much is that?

Oh, if you could see me right now

I got an alligator on nigga!

You, you think it should go different?

See that's where you go wrong!

When you think who the fuck asked you to think, nigga?

Now you think that, writing comments and tweeting

And your hash tags and, you know what the fuck you do nigga

Let me do what I do!