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mr. criminal - it's murder كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: mr. criminal]
you better call all your homies
pray they come & back you up
treating fools like debo
pimp hand slap em up
black stress bag em up
hate fools actin’ tough
beat em to the punch
hittin’ fools
just like a blunt
double pumps, ak’s
foldin’ side banana clips
however, whenever, whatever
ese we can handle this
some say the fears rough
i’m use to it built tough
catch me with some blacked out lungs
cause i still puff
yes life is still rough
economy prophecy
so if i catch a leva in the street
slippin’ – i rob em
this was part of me growing up
my neighborhood i’m throwing up
school was never showing up
pager always blowing up
cause i had that good dope
zig-zag with some c-ke
mixed in with some good smoke
this is the life of a youngster
from the mind of a criminal
mentality of a hustler

[hook]
its murder murder
(its what the f-ck i’m talking about)
its murder murder
(f-ck you m-th-f-ckers running mouths)
its murder murder
(this is crime time ese)
its murder murder
(varrio silverlake trece)
its murder murder
(i ain’t trippin’ on you levas)
its murder murder
(i’m a keep ballin’ neta)
its murder murder
(this is hi power ese)
its murder murder
(all day h-p-g)

[verse 2: mr. silent]
i was raised in the crime family
steadily seeing cocaine
my pops told me go to school
make a life maintain
so i did what he said (what he said)
moved away from the county
cause we had to elude the feds
so now i’m up in a different territory
so now its time to set up shop
and my own story
was up in my cl-ss
stoned selling stress
m-th-f-ckers couldn’t touch
mr. silent repping west
now i got my 10’s & 5’s stacking up
i’m moving on a white scarface
see grub
i got the fiends on the way
from my f-cken call
but i’m buying up raider jerseys
in the f-cken mall
now our destination to the dope spot
you wanna come & rob homie
hear the glock pop
this is my life
and you seen my cl-ster
making my money
i’m a natural born hustler

[verse 3: script loc]
these fools run
like a m-th-f-cken marathon
i’m explosive like a bomb
and i’m sicker than you lops
i said it many times
ese script loc
its my time to shine
so i’m jacking for your ride
its a jack move trick
back the f-ck away b-tch
we can do it how you wanna
you still lose
and i’m puffing marijuana
i’m stressing everyday
tossing up the west side
haters hate
but they never on my way
i twist off the bottle cap
while i’m posted on the block
homie serving fat sacks
c-ke, bud, gl-ss
make homies turn trash
still happens in the hood
thank god i’m doing good
but sure could change quick
cause i’m still affiliated
yelling f-ck a punk rat b-tch
its still the same fool
its west side
if you don’t know
hate m-th-f-cker
cause i don’t quit
jocking -ss hoe

- mr criminal

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