Young Buck

Young Buck - Get Your Murder On lyrics

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(feat. Rizin Sun)


[Verse One]

You niggaz got me fucked up, it's time to go to war

Nigga so what's up, I bust up, any muh'fucker feelin he rougher

I can't get enough of, showin niggaz what time it is

Go inside his crib, find his kids 'til we find the shit

Go ahead and keep buyin shit, act like you run the town

On the worst day, your birthday, that's when I cut you down

Let me show you how, to make this money by the pound

Get a black dickie fit, can't forget the hundred rounds

Still a murder man, told myself I'd never hurt again

Niggaz out here hoes, so I'm kickin in they do's

And nobody knows when a nigga like me be comin

Nigga stop drop and roll when a nigga like me be gunnin

Wanna live to see tomorrow?  Better calm down your woman

And that shit in that plastic bag better be all hundreds

When my mask down, that mean I'm ready to blast now

Taught your ass a lesson, bet you'll learn how to act now



[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Get your murder on - cock it back and let it go

Bitch I represent them killers who be kickin in them do's

Get your muder on - black down from head to toe

See I tried to tell you once niggaz don't want war



[Verse Two]

Just look at life from my point of view, run where I call home

Feel what a gun do and I'll bet you {?}

Wonder why my mind strong livin the life

When niggaz really don't live long playin me sheist

See I'm goin all out, like straight hoes to dykes

Switchin the game around like Reeboks from Nikes

Stayin in my black dickies, t-shirts all white

Thugged out, what it's all about, all right

Let's just shoot it out now, we can do it all night

It don't matter, the 50 caliber gon' bite

Watch 'em scatter, the loud sound got 'em all fright

Get the cheddar, then let them cowards hear the dual pipes

When we bite, we fight like pits on red meat

Is this life the shit nigga?  Yes it fuckin be

Freaks take a glimpse, they scream Buck's the shit

Now fiend for the dick, as I lean in the 6



[Chorus]



[Verse Three]

Back in my 'llac the auto fo'-fo's and Optimos

Kickin in do's on the one stressin {?}

Let me get that out you hoes, me and my snub nose

Bonnie and Clyde, when we ride, both of us have open eyes

Realized I'm a young nigga, puttin it fuckin down

Never goin to sleep without a hundred fuckin miles

Layin it down, my name is known throughout town

Blaka blaka, blaka blaka



[Chorus]





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