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mo3 - murder man كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(shun on da beat)
(rainwater, what’s up?)
yeah
that sh_t crazy, man, you know, they say this and that ’bout mo3, man
they don’t never say how the young n_gga put the city on the map, though
for real
(you know how that go when you’re on your way out)
i put this b_tch on my back
(gangsta)
just like that
yeah
you see, on my side on gangland, you know?
(my n_gga osama 3 laden)
my side, we play hangman, man
tie a n_gga up, lynch his b_tch ass
(dj drama, f_ck these n_ggas up)
(dj drama)
murder man
these n_ggas must forgot
murder man
mo_motherf_ckin’_3, n_gga
(shun on da beat)
yeah
(get ’em)
[verse 1]
ready for war, i gotta dedicate it to my enemy, you gotta chill
what they keep telling the boy (yeah)
wet up the car, wе gotta get ’em, go and catch ’em off guard
i got thеm hitters lurking, knock at your door (yeah)
go get it, i’m itchin’
body collapse, hope that day that he twitchin’
not on parole, but still, i’ll pay you a visit
oh, you stay by that n_gga?
you down to zip? i keep the k by the winter
better be thinking ’bout a way when i hit ’em
better slow it down, roll around
ttg_ang, trained to go
ho, let go
looking at a demon
k!ll it cold without the scope, i got ’em on even
walk a n_gga down just to stop a n_gga breathing
i’m with it, oh, yes
they on the internet sending them threats
talking about how they gon’ take something
i can feel it, they got hate for me
we put him on a shirt and f_ck the funeral, we pulling up at your wake, dummy
in person, they say nothing
lord, i’m not perfect, just pray for me
pray they don’t try me, that day coming
but when they do, n_gga, know i’ma shoot, i get ’em gone, gotta get all of that hate from me
go get it all, gotta stay jumping
i’m a dog, get a cage for me
with that beretta, i’m chester
have a beat for the murder molester who gon’ pull up and come rape somethin’
and i know they gon’ tell on me
thought you was gangster, you scared of me
i will never let another n_gga step on me
mama was there for me
don’t know why these n_ggas slept on 3
b_tch, i’m the streets, i’m the recipe
yeah
the city know what’s up with me
this for any n_gga that look up to 3
if a n_gga ever try to up on me
i’ll make sure he get up in his sleep
[chorus]
everybody know when the murder man come
they gon’ run
tell ’em that they better keep they gun
better keep you one
them drums still go ba_ba_rum_bum_bum
da_da_dum_dum_dum
do you n_ggas know where the youngin come from?
b_tch, i go dumb
it’s the murder man (murder man, yeah)
i’m a blessing from god sent to the streets
i am the struggle, i can’t be beat
tryna keep that devil away from me
i pray the lord my soul to keep
if i should die before i wake (gangland)
i pray the lord my soul to take, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 2]
get at your boy, pull up on ’em right out in the yard, oh my god, they finna sn_tch a n_gga chain (who?)
i swear to god, i’ma shoot for the stars and try to knock a n_gga head off his frame
i’m ready to get ’em, let’s tell his partner they be chopping a lot
i’m freddy kreuger when i walk with the block
b_tch, i keep a ruger when i’m not with a glock
real shooter, put you off in a box
don’t let me knock off your top
these n_ggas don’t know my story, they don’t know the path that i’ve been through
i would hate if i have to come and k!ll you
your family, they’ll miss you
let me write my song, yeah
so leave me alone, yeah
i came a long way
i got it the hard way
and i stood on the corner
back to the wall, i put the hood on my shoulder
like a boulder, i’m finna crash something
go get at your man, we double back and go and get him again
i knock the pants off a crash dummy
they know that i’m next
mo3 the best
why would you lie to the press?
i know it’s hard, but you gotta confess
that i’m the king of my city, it’s nothing less
and the sh_t that i spit, wanna bet? i’ll make it crawl up your flesh
put that on the set
these n_ggas mad for the sh_t that i’ve done, i’m a don, you can’t f_ck with me, n_gga
the hate that you do not enough for me, n_gga
make room for the kids that look up to me, n_gga
they better than who?
no competition, n_gga slept with a tool
you look a fool tryna step to the dude
b_tch, i’m a goon
you know i’m clutching, keep a stick and a broom
streetsweeper when i step through the room
[chorus]
everybody know when the murder man come
they gon’ run
tell ’em that they better keep they gun
better keep you one
them drums still go ba_ba_rum_bum_bum
da_da_dum_dum_dum
do you n_ggas know where the youngin come from?
b_tch, i go dumb
it’s the murder man (murder man, yeah)
i’m a blessing from god sent to the streets
i am the struggle, i can’t be beat
tryna keep that devil away from me
i pray the lord my soul to keep
if i should die before i wake
i pray the lord my soul to take, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[outro]
(shun on da beat)
yeah, man
you see, the difference between me and y’all is
i’m ready to die, n_gga (ooh, lil’ shun)
i’m ready to go to war, n_gga (trendsetter)
you know?
they talk about this, talk about that, you seen nothing happen to me, dog

- mo3

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