Mac Lyrics: Murder Murder Kill Kill Lyrics

Mac - Murder Murder Kill Kill

featuring Mystikal

4x: Mmm Mmmmmm

[Mac]

Soldier rag on my eye soldier fit on my frame

I scream "Whoa" when I come through makin that MAC 11 sang

If I'm dyin bad don't tell my folks I wasn't no joke when I blasted

Wrap me up in camoflauge and put that tank on my casket

That nigga was hip hop that nigga was gangsta

That nigga was tall that nigga was slim

That nigga was shell shocked you wouldn't want fuck with him

I hung with killas, I hung with soldiers, I hung with Gs

I hung with thugs, I hung with them niggas who probably wanted to murder

me

Fuckas, I cross my heart and pull the trigger

Dear God if I die, let me see the eyes of my killa, so I can haunt that

nigga

Poppa shot me through the rubber

He knew that I would be a young bad muthafucka

When I

Chorus (2x): Murder, murder (murder, murder)

Kill, kill (kill, kill)

Shit's real (shit's real)

On the battlefield (on the battlefield)

[Mystikal]

I said I'm sick and tired of tellin you niggas I'm not that nigga to

play with

They thinkin that they can tell me whatever they want and I ain't gon

say shit

I guess I'm supposed to be lettin you call me bitches and hoes to my

face

Just look at ya, let ya fuck over me, ignore ya, then go by my way

Cut it out, stop that, unless ya got that feelin

However, wherever, whenever ya ready, I'm that nigga

You said, "Fuck No Limit" then the next thing you heard was (*@$#%)

"Ow!"

That was me whippin the fuck out that bitch in the ?Waffle House?

Look at you now, I'm warnin you nigga wherever you fuck up right there

I'm shuttin you down, I'm tellin you i

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