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(Murder game)
Playing on the 1-8-7
Bullets fly around this bitch 2-4-7
Make a homicide at a 2-11
Have a motherfucking running straight towards heaven
(Murder game)
[Verse 1 : Danny Brown]
Playing on the murder game play
Show me where we is, nigga, show me where we at
And …
We gonna find us where we at
When the …
Let’em notice where we at
And tell me where we is
I’mma cop a couple shales
Leave your stomach drippin’ like an open lunchpale
Run up on a nigga with the 4o, go BLOCKO!
This nigga soft like a old hard taco (murder game)
Just a bunch of nigga … (gluten ?)
SWATS and the jacks and the old nigga ….
Niggas get retired, everything a nigga lost
Pay a nigga off, send him to the pay off
… a nigga over, when a shoot don’t miss
Irrespect, … now walking with a limp
Ain’t a woman in a city for the lo
And your mama cryin’, that’s a real loose-up
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[Verse 2 : Guilty Simpson]
Blood up slave, home of the brave
Gets no turn when your fat catch grenade (who?)
I duct … with a chopper and a swiss blade
Smack a bitch nigga with a (papa ?) cause he bitch made
I turn you frontyard Crimson homo
You choke on Simpson come around like Romo
My gun swiss cheese bozo …
I’m with your polo, whoop ass like bolo, oh no
I must’ve lost it, dreams I’m not have any in my …
Shoot guns and toss it, be cautious
Fuck your stare, ARs take your tops off like Tupperware
I’m a motherfucking problem, deal with it
You can bring all your security and still get it
Fools realize that their homeboys are not as hard
Cause they fuckin’ body guards need a body guard
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