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Murder Game (Explicit) - Statik Selektah/Smif n Wessun/Young M.A/Buckshot
Get him boy boy boy
Get him boy
Get him boy boy
I ain't having it don't try to give me dap
I don't f**k with rats if you take the pack
Better bring that money back
It's a simple fact that the bill is scrapped
With the milli mac hit you with a rack
It's a mummy wrap
Haters jumping out got you frozen like a snapshot
Snapshot
Drumroll your whole team the mascot
Pure killa no filter hoover gang
Real n***as never speak about our murder game
Crooklyn bullies black hoodies
Get fully loaded n***a
Get fully loaded n***a I smack p***y
P***y p***y cat come here p***y cat
Pull that hoodie back
We shooting first ain't no shooting back
I like my b***hes from the hood
Head tied with the doobie wrap
She told me bring that big dog
I told her bring that cootie cat
6 inch Ruger 9 milli in that Louis bag
Down that s**t I be quick to cop the tooly back
Back back
Bedford Stuyvesant the livest one
My barrel is thorough fill a cold burrow
N***as on me I'mma RIP 'em
Put him on display let his homies see him
See him
This young boy think the game is soft soft
Till they get they whole head knocked off
Knocked off
My n***a shell shocked from the crack era
Crack era
20 years later coming home together
This style is that really good s**t
This that wish a n***a would s**t
2pac and Suge s**t
Got a lot of n***as mad because the money's steady coming in
When I pull my phone out them b***hes put they number in
Automatic guns you can call my n***as drummer men
And when they go burrrrahh you see a bunch of running men
If you ain't f**king with MA aye well f**k 'em then
The mixtape is coming that's a way to bring the summer in
25 years with an L on it L on it
Put a closed eye no scale on it scale on it
F**k paid a quarter hope it come back
Come back
If not guns out and we come back come back
Still from day one all about the money about the money
Paranoid n***as so they move funny move funny
Taught a boy learn from the hand to hand hand to hand
Death is life you can die where you stand
I don't give a f**k not a motherf**k
Not a single solitary f**k
P***y cream when the pistol buck
Keep a pistol tucked
Come up missing when you riff with us
F**k the game b***h I run the team the commissioner missioner
I'mma freak I'mma vicious one
Got some b***hes tougher than you n***as that will hit you up
Tell the coroner zip you up
Pop a zip tell a sensai roll a cinci up
Brooklyn home of the official
Motherf**kers comeing with a shock for your body tissue
Probably miss you if you was somebody important
Relevant rappers getting clapped in that black coffin
That's often seen when I'm on the scene nah-mean
MA said get him Buck I get him with the team nah-mean
When I'm on the scene nah-mean
MA said get him Buck I get him with the team
Get him boy feel what I'm spitting boy
When the clip deploy n***as get destroyed
RIP now all I need is a clip of blow it
In the crowd
F**k loud that ain't s**t to me
I'm right
N***a try it you a joke no laughing
But I'mma grab 'e see heads dying
Feds eying shots firing
BK the liars men b***h where I just went
Yea yea
I buck 'em down I buck 'em down
I buck 'em down I buck 'em down
I buck 'em down
