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yungeen ace - murder كلمات أغنية

[intro]
i ain’t creepin’, i ain’t goin’ (ayo, harry, run that sh_t back)
this another one, this another one
get ’em
(daydreammadeit, so it’s major, huh?)

[chorus]
these n_ggas gon’ spare and the streets cold ’cause it’s been dry now (it’s been dry now)
gotta watch my dog, this n_ggas’s a snake, i got my iron out (this n_gga’s a snake)
forever hard_bodied, don’t condone and trust them b_tches (trust them b_tches)
told the n_gga she loved him and dropped his lo’ for them boys to get him (them boys flipped him)
the streets screamin’ out, “murder” (they screamin’, “murder”)
it’s after dark, you know them k!llers outside (outside)
thе streets screamin’ out, “murder” (murder)
bеtter go in the house if you ain’t ready to die (if you ain’t ready)
the streets screamin’ out, “murder”

[verse]
when the sun down, all black, that’s when them k!llers lurkin’ (that’s when them k!llers lurkin’)
my lil’ dude just need a chop’ and then throw back a perky (guh)
they k!lled his dog, want him to feel his pain and feel his hurtin’ (d_mn)
ain’t seen bloodshed for the first time and since then he been cursin’ (grr)
these ain’t built for this creep sh_t, that’s these f_ck n_ggas’ problem (f_ck n_ggas’ problem)
slidin’ that book ‘cross they face, f_ck n_ggas get to hollerin’ (d_mn)
oh, he did it? n_gga done transformed from a k!ller to a b_tch
i was born inside the streets, these n_ggas be beggin’ to get in
and that’s the sh_t i don’t get
these n_ggas be tough as h_ll in the streets, in the cell they cryin’ like a b_tch (cryin’ like a b_tch)
goin’ on the drill, i grabbed the stool, i went with trey, i was slidin’ dolo
crackers knockin’ at my door though, i had to stick this b_tch in the dirt, oh_oh (hold on)
cruisin’ on the highway, i see 12 comin’ my way
i’ma swervin’ lane to lane (skrrt), i’m doin’ the dash, i’m screamin’ out, “f_ck ’em” (f_ck ’em)
n_gga played me for a b_tch like i wasn’t on sh_t, grabbed my stick and bust him (boom)
got my mama in my head before my drill, can’t let a n_gga murder me (yeah)
n_ggas dyin’ ’bout a b_tch, these n_ggas make me sick (these n_ggas make me sick)
b_tches got these n_ggas feelin’ that they on some sh_t (like they on some sh_t)
these n_ggas bend and fold and break the code, i just can’t respect it (i can’t)
bodies after bodies, i bet one of these f_ck n_ggas confessin’ (yeah, b_tch)
on my porch, clutchin’ my stick, i’m out here listenin’ to blues (i’m out here listenin’ to blues)
i know these n_ggas gon’ try to retaliate if they see it was on the news
i got cameras in my trees, watchin’ them all from my room
as you step from out that car, the loud sound you hear is, “boom”
late night creepin’ through his street, three men runnin’ on feet (he gone)
soon as he come outside the house, this lil’ n_gga gon’ be deceased (turn your ringer on)
i’m prayin’ he come outside this house, we been out here since three (on my soul)
there you go, grrt, that boy underneath
[chorus]
these n_ggas gon’ spare and the streets cold ’cause it’s been dry now (it’s been dry now)
gotta watch my dog, this n_ggas’s a snake, i got my iron out (i got my iron out)
forever hard_bodied, don’t condone and trust them b_tches (i don’t, i don’t)
told the n_gga she loved him and dropped his lo’ for them boys to get him (them boys flipped him)
the streets screamin’ out, “murder” (murder)
it’s after dark, you know them k!llers outside (they outside)
the streets screamin’ out, “murder”
better go in the house if you ain’t ready to die (if you ain’t ready)
the streets screamin’ out, “murder”

[outro]
yeah, huh, the streets screamin’ out, “murder”
and watch right, yeah, yeah
the streets screamin’ out, “murder”
murder, murder, murder, murder
the streets screamin’ out, “murder”
ready, done ran out of weed
yeah, yeah
murder

- yungeen ace

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