Fed-X & Dru Down] Ok It's, Murder! Wid three holes in a beenie hat pulled down over my face and I got some guns on my waist It's, Murder! I come wid a
tonight to murder things We gonna leave this bitch tonight a murder scene In black from head to toe we murder clean Do you know the name of the click that murder
whores Jet-skiin', while you keep warm at corner stores I make it hot, floodin' your block, the best way Professionally, they'll find poison in your X
want ta This is the unda, buried by yo momma Not only do I murder mane I also am bomb ya Chorus (2x) [Juicy J] Picture this, you a juror and you
playground Jews and gentles, fed generation x-files 'cause me and wisdom got a loyal marriage We not africans, indians nor we arabs What? [chorus 1: 4x
wild whores Jet-skin, while you keep warm at corner stores I make it hot, floodin' your block, the best way Professionally, they'll find poison in your X
It was the perfect setup Bout to wet the bed up Bloody sheets No body (no body) No murder weapon (chorus) x4 Thats why we die x8 Thats my name don'
It was the perfect setup Bout to wet the bed up Bloody sheets No body (no body) No murder weapon (chorus) x4 Thats why we die x8 Thats my name don?
Word bond, I conquer shit like Genghis Khan You been warned by the Terror Squadrans, ghetto sergeant Next time I see that ass in carter the'll be no pardon [Chorus 2X
Chorus x 2 While we here lets celebrate dont do tomorrow what you could do today tell somebody you love'em nigga tell somebody you love'em nigga (yea,
getting paid And we gonna stick together and represent it foverever Chorus: (x2) We gon? ball till we fall nigga I'm gon? ball till I motherfucking fall C-murder
Let me tell you all thats on my mind (repeat x4) Why take one bad apple to fuck the whole batch With alot of willpower to get shit back Things got
run up try to knock him off his feet The brotha is Wheezy, love it or leave me Gats hug it and squeeze it Crack, bundle it easy Run it wit these n' murderers, crooks and x
know it and our guns don't jam Keep one in the hand and no need for cockin When niggaz start the poppin them shells get to droppin [Chorus 2X]
them thangs - it is what it is niggaz Birdman - a known shotcaller Suburban man and Benzes and Prowlers [Lil' Wayne] (look - look - look - look) Here comes Mister Bad nerves What that fed
on the grind Getting them dimes Murder they ass, escape the scene like I committed the crime A friend of mine, don't rap he doing illegal business 18-Wheeler, Fed, X
It's plenty of nights man, I hardly ate I'm from where the summers dangerous, the winters is cold And bitches pop Van X's like birth control I got bitches
't make me wear yo ass like some 85 wranglers Now you all screwed up like DJ Skrew Don't have my money nigga fuck you in your boots Got the fed of me,
