Letras MurdererxLanlawd - Z-Ro

MurdererxLanlawd

Do we make ourselves accessible to the hood because we want— we want to show\nthe hood, you know, how much that we care, and want to be there for our\ncommunity?\nAnd it’s like— it’s topsy-turvy, because, like, we wanna love our hood,\nbecause that’s where we come from\nBut, do we wanna keep it that real to that point where we so accessible that\nthe danger for us is just— is just- it could happen, you know?\nAnd it’s— it’s just— it’s just scary, man, it ain’t good on no level\nMurderer, gun de pon wa shoulder\nExtra clip in all the holster\nMurderer, put you pon a poster\n'Cause the streets is gettin' colder\nMurderer, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\nMurderer\nYeah, I don’t wanna be a soldier\nBut I keep sniper rifle under the sofa\nBack the fuck up, why are you tryna get closer?\nI’m paranoid, if I decide you gotta go, bro, it’s over\nI trust no nigga, I trust no bitch, my nigga, I don’t even trust me sometimes\nAnd now they be so fucked up, I wonder if tomorrow is what I’m gon' see\nsometimes\nWhy should I pass up a chance to make my enemies D-E-A-D? One time\nI’m ridin' with the Draco, ridin' with the AR pistol, I’m ridin' with the choppa\nBetter take cover when I come around the corner, I fuck shit up,\nbetter be ridin' with the doctor\nI’m talkin' 'bout really in the car with ya, yeah, you got the right one bitch,\nI’ma go to war with ya\nI don’t wanna blow your motherfuckin' head off your shoulders, I’d rather get\nyou in the ring and spar with ya\n'Cause if it’s beef, it’s on sight, and I ain’t gon' stop it if you got your\nlil' girl or lil' boy with ya\n'Cause I’m a murderer\nMurderer, gun de pon wa shoulder\nExtra clip in all the holster\nMurderer, put you pon a poster\n'Cause the streets is gettin' colder\nMurderer, gun de pon wa shoulder\nExtra clip in all the holster\nMurderer, put you pon a poster\n'Cause the streets is gettin' colder\nMurderer, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (Yeah)\nMurderer (Yeah)\nI promise I don’t wanna be a killer, I just wanna be regular\nWhen I see one of my people, just wanna see my people, not a competitor\nWe are addicted to violence, overdosin' on the shit like we can’t get enough\nSoon as a real nigga say, «Put that gun down,» fuck nigga, like, fuck that,\npick it up\nIt’s yellow tape everywhere now\nIt ain’t safe out here, gotta keep the thang on me everywhere now\nJust wanna see the kids make it back home from school, so fuck the honor role,\nwe don’t even care now\nCan’t even look at a bad bitch, might get your head blown off for it,\nso you really can’t stare now\nIt really fucked me up 'cause ain’t nobody buildin' out here, all these\nmotherfuckers wanna do is tear down\nAnd I gotta be with it if I don’t wanna get caught up in it, 'cause they’ll do\nme too\nIf I gotta do a meet-and-greet, you gotta get a full-body search before I meet\nyou (Real, though)\nThese niggas will shoot ya for nothin', these young niggas don’t feel nothin',\nlike touchin'\n(Ayy)\nSo I don’t feel a thing, either, I stay ready to give somebody a new hat stop\n'Cause I’m a motherfuckin' murderer\nMurderer, gun de pon wa shoulder\n(Keep that thing on me, nigga)\nExtra clip in all the holster\nMurderer, put you pon a poster\n(Hell nah, I mean, I ain’t tryna hurt nobody, though)\n'Cause the streets is gettin' colder\n(I ain’t finna let nobody come take me out, though)\nMurderer, gun de pon wa shoulder (Shit)\nExtra clip in all the holster\n(Love my people, they love me a lil' bit more, though, you dig?)\nMurderer, put you pon a poster\n'Cause the streets is gettin' colder\n(Fuck that shit, man, it’s comin' together like a bra strap in the back)\nMurderer, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n(They ain’t killin' us all the motherfuckin' time, we gon' smarten up)\nMurderer\nAnd stop killin' us all the motherfuckin' time\nStop aimin' your motherfuckin' gun at me, nigga, and I’ll stop aimin' mine at\nyou, you dig?