YOUNG BUCK - Get Your Murder On lyrics

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    YOUNG BUCK LYRICS
    
    "Get Your Murder On"
    (feat. Rizin Sun)
    
    [Verse One]
    You niggaz got me fucked up, it's time to go to war
    Nigga so what's up, I bust up, any muh'fucker feelin he rougher
    I can't get enough of, showin niggaz what time it is
    Go inside his crib, find his kids 'til we find the shit
    Go ahead and keep buyin shit, 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
    Niggaz out here hoes, so I'm kickin in they do's
    And nobody knows when a nigga like me be comin
    Nigga stop drop and roll when a nigga like me be gunnin
    Wanna live to see tomorrow?  Better calm down your woman
    And that shit 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 - cock 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 niggaz 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 niggaz really don't live long playin me sheist
    See I'm goin all out, like straight hoes to dykes
    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 shit nigga?  Yes it fuckin be
    Freaks take a glimpse, they scream Buck's the shit
    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 nigga, puttin it fuckin down
    Never goin to sleep without a hundred fuckin miles
    Layin it down, my name is known throughout town
    Blaka blaka, blaka blaka
    
    [Chorus]

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