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- Z-Ro f/ Pimp C, Spice 1 - Murder'Ra Lyrics
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- [Pimp C]
- Uh, the damn place made me crazy
- I don't care about nothing but my daddy my granny, my bitch and my babies
- Everything else, is expendable
- Find out that fake niggaz, ain't dependable
- I don't owe, you niggaz shit bitch
- Home light weight but my style great, now my pockets is the shit
- Now it's time, for expansion
- Bought a nice house for parole, now I'm grind up building a mansion
- I'm a rapper, and a game capper
- Blue and red like a snapper, got a thang for them pussy ass jackers
- That ain't, no real hustle
- Get some white gold or work it, and getting some real muscle bitch
- If you want it, you can sho 'nuff get it
- Made me bust your watermelon, come on down fuck with it
- Everybody, ain't no punk
- I'm talking to you now boy, don't make me go and pop the trunk biatch
- [Hook]
- Everyday, me keep it sucker free
- Me not fuck with nobody, so why do them fuck with me
- Don't test me temper, make me have to watch me cool
- Mack buyacka-buyacka, I didn't wanna act a fool
- But I'm a murderer, murderer
- I'm a murderer, murderer
- [Spice 1]
- It's Mr. Bossilinie, rolling up busting with real riders
- Drop them b-b-bombs, like I'm up in Al Qida
- Cause I'm a murderer, put it on you haters for real
- Hit a nigga with the 4-5, get to dumping slugs all in his Caddy grill
- Smoke chronic for my glaucoma, yeah I said glaucoma
- I got a motherfucking glock, and I put niggaz in comas
- Hit corners on 24's, waving hi at your hoes
- With bald heads braids, perms and afros
- I'm caked up like Duncan Hi, but I'm not your average do' boy
- I autograph a slug, and put you on the flo' boy
- It's the Spiceberg Slim, Soprano Montana minds
- I done been through the flames, walked through the motherfucking fire
- They can never, put my flame out
- And if I wasn't high, I'd pull your motherfucking brains out murderer
- [Hook]
- [Z-Ro]
- Everyday I label my loot, leaving you ladies lonely
- I don't love pussy, I just love to murder these niggaz when they walk up on me
- Y'all don't know me, some of y'all rappers think y'all know me
- This nigga right here don't give a fuck though, so I suggest you hoes step back
- What I got in my pants is called a, that's too big to fit in a holster gat
- Straight from where niggaz sell that mad crack, just ran him over crack
- It ain't no love in Missouri City, my partna I know it look nice
- A 4-5 fuck around, hit a nigga you'll get took twice
- Might get beat up and robbed, or you might get beat up and shot
- It all depend on what you riding in, and if it look like you got a lot or not
- I use to think I'd have a future, playing basketball
- But lately all I been doing, is putting people in caskets y'all
- Am I sorry hell naw, if I sent him he was already on his way
- When the grim reaper swing by, it'll make you wish your ass was home today
- Fuck with me I'ma hit up Spice, it ain't a thang to tap the trigger twice
- Brrr-click brr-click, they sideways into the next life
- [Hook]
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