文本歌词

Murder'ra - Z-RO
Uh the damn place made me crazy
I don't care about nothing but my daddy my granny my b**ch and my babies
Everything else is expendable
Find out that fake niggaz ain't dependable
I don't owe you niggaz sh*t b**ch
Home light weight but my style great now my pockets is the sh*t
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 p**sy a** jackers
That ain't no real hustle
Get some white gold or work it and getting some real muscle b**ch
If you want it you can sho 'nuff get it
Made me bust your watermelon come on down f**k with it
Everybody ain't no punk
I'm talking to you now boy don't make me go and pop the trunk biatch
Everyday me keep it sucker free
Me not f**k with nobody so why do them f**k 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
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 ni**a 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 motherf**king 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 motherf**king fire
They can never put my flame out
And if I wasn't high I'd pull your motherf**king brains out murderer
Everyday me keep it sucker free
Me not f**k with nobody so why do them f**k 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
Everyday I label my loot leaving you ladies lonely
I don't love p**sy 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 ni**a right here don't give a f**k 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 f**k around hit a ni**a 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 a** was home today
F**k 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
Everyday me keep it sucker free
Me not f**k with nobody so why do them f**k 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