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Murder Ain't Crazy Lyrics

(Chorus): 4x
Groupie a**
b**** type of n***** can't fade me
They're callin' me a lunatic
But murder ain't crazy
(Spice 1 - overlapping chorus)
Yeah, yeah, hahahha
Wassup n****?
Don't look at me like y'all know who I am
AmeriKKKa's nightmare
Spice m****f***in' 1
n****, young, black
You know I won't give a f***

(Verse 1):
Old school drop caddy five, six n*****
Rollin' up in my rearview
With they fingers up on them triggers
Come let's take a trip
And hop into some gangsta s*** with me
13 caps for them n***** who want to get with me
Get at me n***** empty enough clips at me
want to put some holes and some m****f***in rips in me
But I don't give a f*** I just stay strapped
And be a soldier about that s***
When it comes to peelin' their caps n****
So won't ya get your blast on
And if you miss me with your 13 shots
n**** your a**'s gone
Cause I'm gon hit you on that first shot
And then I ain't gon stop
Until some m****f****s call the cops
Then I´ll be 187 thousand like my song say
Cause you was f*****' with this n**** on the wrong day

(Chorus): 4x

(Verse 2):
See I be raisin' them up off the block
With my ???
Quick to come with get in bust some caps in my city
I comes with much cloud
And whenever one n**** could take me out
Rollin' him up like Levis cough him and stuff him
Key him like bean pies
And n***** be talkin' that s***
But yo ain't none of them runnin' up
I'm gunnin' up the next n**** is feelin' buck shots
I thought you n***** knew
I'm finna smoke that n**** boost of my 6 deuce
And when I gat that a** someone'll leave him lyin' there
Cryin' there the m****f****'s dyin' there
And Mr. Lawrence better have insurance
Cause I'ma G-a-Gat that a** with the touriz
Rocka-bye baby goin' crazy
Punk m****f****s like you can't fade me
Tryin' to squabb with the clip and the trigger
Ol' groupie a** b**** type of n****
(Chorus): 4x

Groupie a** b**** type of n***** can't fade me
Grabs my .45 and puts down my .380
I creep up on they a** tip-toe with the PUMP
Split a n**** down the middle like Phillie blunt
I keeps my strap by my sides to keep n***** in check
And all my posse pack Glock .9's Uzi thangs and Tecs
You see we rolls down the block 3 o'clock in the morning
Endo got us gone and strap mobile phones
And about 5 ki's in the back of the trunk
n***** down a** f*** but we don't want to funk
Cause, ahh, transportation is the s*** we used to do
Had a whole shop dropped mobs spot and crew
W-a-with a ring on my m****f***in' cellular
As I heard a n**** screamin': 'get the f*** out the car!'
n**** let me get my chronic and my endo sacc
As my DJ X-TraLarge blew that b**** on his back
Runnin' up on some players so I had to figure
He was a groupie a** b**** type of n****
(Chorus with Overlap):
Yeah
Whassup n****?
y'all m****f****s ain't fadin' a real last G
n****
Peelin' cap for the m****f***in' strive
n**** you don't want to f*** with this
You don't won't none of this
Step back n****
Just listen
Watch m****f****
Look at some real last n***** rip s*** up
For '94
Punk a** n****
Yeah
Yeah
Back again with some of that murder s***
Spiggedy One whippin' up on that a** for '94 and '95 b****
Hahaha
What y'all n***** know about a real last G
Ha, I kicks gangsta s*** daily
BEYOAAATCH!!!
187 thousand G
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