Mac
Mac - Murder Murder Kill Kill songtekst
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4x: Mmm Mmmmmm [Mac] Soldier rag on my eye soldier fit on my frame I scream "Whoa" when I come through makin that MAC 11 sang If I'm dyin bad don't tell my folks I wasn't no joke when I blasted Wrap me up in camoflauge and put that tank on my casket That nigga was hip hop that nigga was gangsta That nigga was tall that nigga was slim That nigga was shell shocked you wouldn't want fuck with him I hung with killas, I hung with soldiers, I hung with Gs I hung with thugs, I hung with them niggas who probably wanted to murder me Fuckas, I cross my heart and pull the trigger Dear God if I die, let me see the eyes of my killa, so I can haunt that nigga Poppa shot me through the rubber He knew that I would be a young bad muthafucka When I Chorus (2x): Murder, murder (murder, murder) Kill, kill (kill, kill) Shit's real (shit's real) On the battlefield (on the battlefield) [Mystikal] I said I'm sick and tired of tellin you niggas I'm not that nigga to play with They thinkin that they can tell me whatever they want and I ain't gon say shit I guess I'm supposed to be lettin you call me bitches and hoes to my face Just look at ya, let ya fuck over me, ignore ya, then go by my way Cut it out, stop that, unless ya got that feelin However, wherever, whenever ya ready, I'm that nigga