YOUNG CHRIS - Murder Outside ft Beanie Sigel lyrics
rate meYellow tape caution, … cuffers
Blowing up crutches, airing up targets
Shit ain’t adding up, how you niggers out balling
Blow money’s fast and you niggers all starving
Is when we set the dogs on them
Young cats… put a … on them
I get a lock and I shake, here’s a shot for the hate
Pack boys, who wanna work, I got a …
Buy every fucking bottle just to pop in they face
Have a champagne party, bitch drown in this ace
Like… money, shooters surrounding his chick
And I’m … what y’all can take…
Stay ground and never break,
Eliminate all the fakes
Leave up my luggage while you fuckers renovate out of state
Lifestyle is corporate get your biznesses straight
Rappers running out of breath, get your finesses’ shape
Kinda … shoot them little pricks off the…
Young pitbull, burn them little tips of my ass
The shit for the love, we ain’t hurting out here
… hunting live, … who wanna die
… I ain’t asking who want a ride
I do this shit by myself… by my belt, bitch
Happen every time where I’m from
Never body dropping, nigger call the police
So call gangster tower 911
Niggers supposed to keep the peace out in the streets
Tell mama it’s murder outside
And it just might be her boy
Homicide, gotta question somebody
Somebody, can identify this young boy
Long as I’m alive, I do this shit till the death of me
Fucking all the bitches, touching paper you will never see
How we cook it till never forget the recipe
I’ve been passed, then why they keep on testing me?
Niggers get ahead of themselves, think they ahead of me
Better keep this shit to yourself,
Niggers rather see the town fall,
Shit … all along, my security is my vest and my gun
I ain’t scared, promise to leave them dead
Only bitch in my bed, is neither one…
I came up on the weed, …
Demons in my mirr, streets in my ear
… kinda please keep it there
…trying to build him his career…
I can feel it in the air
Happen every time where I’m from
Never body dropping, nigger call the police
So call gangster tower 911
Niggers supposed to keep the peace out in the streets
Tell mama it’s murder outside
And it just might be her boy
Homicide, gotta question somebody
Somebody, can identify this young boy
Aha, yeah, contract killer
Hit man for murder,
…who want beef, let’s make this burger
For that cheese I fry you onion, and serve you like bk nigger how you want it
We like the … swing pass blocks
Hop on them black vans…
Keep your things in the house, everything gets shot
Pop 2 to your door in the murder race
…and we shut down the streets and we lock down…
Got a revolver that hold 5 shotgun shells
With that judge in my hand I hold court in the street
… I told y’all, … life works so …
You think wolverine ran to your cell
Happen every time where I’m from
Never body dropping, nigger call the police
So call gangster tower 911
Niggers supposed to keep the peace out in the streets
Tell mama it’s murder outside
And it just might be her boy
Homicide, gotta question somebody
Somebody, can identify this young boy.
