Young Buck - Get Your Murder On Lyrics:
[Verse One]
You ni**az got me f**ked up, it`s time to go to war
Ni**a so what`s up, I bust up, any muh`f**ker feelin he rougher
I can`t get enough of, showin ni**az what time it is
Go inside his crib, find his kids `til we find the s**t
Go ahead and keep buyin s**t, act like you run the town
On the worst day, your birthday, that`s when I cut you down
Let me show you how, to make this money by the pound
Get a black dickie fit, can`t forget the hundred rounds
Still a murder man, told myself I`d never hurt again
Ni**az out here hoes, so I`m kickin in they do`s
And nobody knows when a ni**a like me be comin
Ni**a stop drop and roll when a ni**a like me be gunnin
Wanna live to see tomorrow? Better calm down your woman
And that s**t in that plastic bag better be all hundreds
When my mask down, that mean I`m ready to blast now
Taught your ass a lesson, bet you`ll learn how to act now

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Get your murder on - c**k it back and let it go
Bitch I represent them killers who be kickin in them do`s
Get your muder on - black down from head to toe
See I tried to tell you once ni**az don`t want war

[Verse Two]
Just look at life from my point of view, run where I call home
Feel what a gun do and I`ll bet you {?}
Wonder why my mind strong livin the life
When ni**az really don`t live long playin me sheist
See I`m goin all out, like straight hoes to d**es
Switchin the game around like Reeboks from Nikes
Stayin in my black dickies, t-shirts all white
Thugged out, what it`s all about, all right
Let`s just shoot it out now, we can do it all night
It don`t matter, the 50 caliber gon` bite
Watch `em scatter, the loud sound got `em all fright
Get the cheddar, then let them cowards hear the dual pipes
When we bite, we fight like pits on red meat
Is this life the s**t ni**a? Yes it f**kin be
Freaks take a glimpse, they scream Buck`s the s**t
Now fiend for the dick, as I lean in the 6

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Back in my `llac the auto fo`-fo`s and Optimos
Kickin in do`s on the one stressin {?}
Let me get that out you hoes, me and my snub nose
Bonnie and Clyde, when we ride, both of us have open eyes
Realized I`m a young ni**a, puttin it f**kin down
Never goin to sleep without a hundred f**kin miles
Layin it down, my name is known throughout town
Blaka blaka, blaka blaka

[Chorus]

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