Mc Eiht - Must Be Murder Lyrics
GeahYo, hoo-bangin niggas offcials for the year 2gI want yall niggas to say hello to the bad nigga, uhHoo-bangin, whats upGeahYa know this ? ? ? mutha*****as life aint shitRight hereCreepin up on your assFor the year 2gMust be murderNighttime vision, my hot nine catching you while you sleepIts critical nigga, its too deep*****, your talk is cheap, paid to sweepYa know this killa nigga from the west side of the streetOld school fool, pack choose the rulesConfrontation, confront blazing toolMy mighty black sword is ready to duelNo sympathy when punishments includeBack the ***** up, niggas, I act upHomerun-hitter, the quick nine-spitterWhen my mind starts playing tricks and flashbacksOf seein porno flicks, done criminal actsYall aint touching my squadRun the whole yard, anybody disguised, pulling your cardMock my life, nigga, its too hardReady for battle in the streets, you get scarredMust - be murderHoo-bangin for life aint no jokeMust be murderReppin the west, so watch the gun smokeI know my momma be praying her lord save meI bail the street with the strap, the homie dailyYoure crazy, yall aint from my spot, so pushBefore your dead bodys recovered, multiple shotsYou speak by your weak position, thinkin youre strongYoure wrong, nigga, watch my killa ambitionTouch ya, hoo-bang niggas who rideWho roll on your side ready to dieWho lights up your life with hot flamesReal straight game, thug lifes the gameGettin it, never pretending since the beginningNiggas like me keeps the world spinninI aint done yet, enemies dont tempt meUnload episodes until my clip emptyYall aint gettin the front lineYour front line, you can save conversation with my nineChorus...Criminal mind, but this time a west coast locCant stand a compton nigga slangin slugs like *****in cokeMoney made the illegal way, I roll the regal wayBrown paper bag full of baggies to maintainJust cant stay away from hood niggasHood *****es, hood towns and hood sounds***** anybody who disrespect get chin-checkedFly like a eagle, the hollows hit the deckExpect the worst in the hood if you gon kick itDoors open, murder show, go get your ticketSly, slick and wicked, bullets ready to rico-Chet off your body, they toe tag, they stick itThe guns ready to straight catch yaMurder was the case, trying to hide my faceEvil as they comeI clicks the *****in nine gun, yall fools best to runChorus...GeahHoo-bangins officialYou know how the ***** we do itReal niggasIn the y2kDoin what the ***** we gotta doYall niggas perpetratingYou know, keep it thug over hereYou know, keep it thug right here, hoo-bangin officialYall niggas is just like usReal niggas on the block is how we keep itNever fakin the funk4-5s and 9s catchin you, niggaTill the day we die, foolGeahCompton, niggaGeah
