Murderahh (Original Mix)

(Stretch) Yo, this is off the thoughts that run through our mind We call it homicide crime Crazy shit we do without even thinkin Empty a clip without blinkin Cuz crime is my perfection No question, I let off the AK with perfection Mothafuckers don't fuck with me Cuz I kill a nigga instantly Like for instance Once upon a time this kid played my sister In my eyes he dissed her You know I wasn't havin that shit I clocked his crib and then I planned the hit He lived in the backstreets not to far from here So it was less of a problem, see Cuz I could do it on foot, real quiet and easy The thought of him dead kept teasin me I couldn't wait, to see the nigga smokin (Majesty: Dissin my sister, you must be jokin) I went in the crib and strapped up tight Then we was out of there, layin in his bushes that night The nigga had no mothafuckin idea That I was comin out of nowhere (*Bass line stops and crickets in the background*) The punk motherfucker pulled up (Majesty: Yea there he go) My shit was cocked, he was fucked (Majesty: Yea boy, here he comes) Here he comes, walkin up the goddamn steps And shit is quiet as kep He's gettin closer, he's in point blank range (Majesty: Bus' em, bus' em) And nigga's in danger (*Bass line starts again*) (*Two gunshots*) Blood squirted everywhere A crazy nigga like me didn't care A little blood even squirted on my face I got hype when he gave me a taste The nigga was dead before he hit the floor But I shot him once more (*gunshots* Cuz I'm a murderahh! (Stretch) "Murderahh, Mur-Mur-Murderahh" --] Stretch Comin straight from the mind of a murderahh "Murderahh, Mur-Mur-Murderahh" --] Stretch (Majesty) Yo, before I hold my guns I was ill and smooth, steppin In my ways, you know I always kept in Ooh-Wap! It was hard to be stopped Man, I can't count how many I shot But yo lemme tell ya, one day it was ill It was me and C-Born chillin on Springfield It was hot that day, we had to stash our joint That was a wack move (Stretch: It put us all off point) Then 5-0 came, coat sweatin and checkin (Stretch: I'm clean officer so just keep steppin) Now went away from the guns pumpin hard, gettin paid The chopper recognized, pulled up and just sprayed I was set, that motherfucker made me run Cold, gave me a taste of my own medicine But I don't sweat it, cuz yo some'in gotta give (Stretch: Yo, I know where his baby motha live) Word, kick open his door, shoot his legs, tie him up His girly is a cutey, so you know she (Stretch: gets fucked) In front of his face, then bust a nut down her throat The Young Guns are next and after that she got smoked (*three gunshots*) Mothafucka stop cryin (Stretch: It wasn't me, it wasn't me) Stop lyin Don't bitch now, cuz any way you dyin Handcuff him up, set the bomb for ten minutes Open up his mouth (Stretch: Open up) Shuff it in it Well the job is done, now we can go (Stretch: What about the baby?) Throw it out the window Cuz I'm a murderahh (*Glass breaking and baby screaming*) "Murderahh, Mur-Mur-Murderahh" --] Stretch (Stretch) Come on God. Get the fuckin bomb out the coffin, come on let's go (*explosion*) (Stretch) Eh yo Maj, remember that ill night out on the block When we smoked that cop (Majesty) Yea that motherfucker was fuckin up dough Chasin all the workers, kid he had to go (Stretch) For two weeks straight, we had to had to take shorts We took what we could get, so we wouldn't get caught But then, we got fed up with that shit Now it's time for that cop to meet a clip The beat-walkin motherfucker thought he had niggas (Majesty: scared of him) But now we're prepared for him To step to us, with some more of that ol' bullshit He fucked around and got hit, on fire (Majesty) ? up for hire (Stretch) Ya dead (*3 gunshots) (Both) Three shots in ya head (Stretch) We kill mothafuckin cops with a smile King of New York style Cuz we're murderahhs (Stretch) "Murderahh, Mur-Mur-Murderahh" --] Stretch And it's comin from the mind of a murderahh "Murderahh, Mur-Mur-Murderahh" --] Stretch "Murder Clip. Murder Clip" "Murderahh" --] Stretch "Murder Clip. Murder Clip" "Mur-Mur-Murderahh" --] Stretch "Shoot a mothafucker in a minute" --] MC Ren "Mur-Mur-Murderahh" --] Stretch "Shoot a mothafucker in a minute" --] MC Ren "Mur-Mur-Murderahh" --] Stretch "Shoot a mothafucker in a minute" --] MC Ren "Mur-Mu-Mu-Murderahh" --] Stretch "Squeeze the trigger, squeeze the - Squeeze the, squeeze the trigger and a nigga shot dead"