Murderers & Robbers

Album cover art for "Murderers & Robbers" by Project Pat & DJ Paul & Lord Infamous

Project Pat & DJ Paul & Lord Infamous - Rap, Lo-Fi

Murderers & Robbers

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Duration: 5:05

Lyrics

[Intro: Buckshot] Murderer, murderer, murderer, murderer Murderer, murderer, murderer, murderer Murderer, murderer, murderer, murderer Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic [Chorus: Buckshot & D.O.N.] Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a nigga's ass off Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a nigga's ass off Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a nigga's ass off Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a nigga's ass off [Verse 1: DJ Paul] Now it's a nigga all on the dick Of the six double six mafia Niggas pull them triggers, let him feel the lead It's a pimp type nigga but you don't understand me A TEC medallion on my rope, a TEC Ruger in my hand, G Shootin' on these suckers, who got anna Because I won't produce them a track So I react, by puttin' a bullet in they back These niggas got problems, let it be known, ho My .380'll solve 'em, like a psychiatrist And yo, this nigga be jealous when they see how strong my pimpin' be Pick the ho one day, the next day she's workin' the street I got game for 'em because these busters so lame It ain't a thang for me to work a bitch, mane I got money in my pocket from these hoes that I got Been about my busi-ness, peepin' inside my fat stack The TEC-9 makin' these motherfuckers panic Held in the hand, by a psychopathic, schizophrenic [Chorus: Buckshot & D.O.N.] Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a nigga's ass off Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a nigga's ass off [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] My name is Lord Infamous, chainsaw blades grind down to the gristle Stab you in the motherfuckin' face or hizzead with the chisel Pistols, knives, niggas lives ain't worth a nickel Slice, blind eyes, Antichrist with the sickle, Scarecrow Demonic, schizophrenic hell dweller Pieces of decomposed bodies they fill up the bloody drawers down in my cellar I need to quit drinkin' the liquor and chiefin' the blizzunts that's full of the reefer and we are the intoxicated suspects it may be all the reasons, why I feel these niggas must bleed The evil seed, dead vultures in the trees Intense pain, black razors in the breeze Degrees, six hundred fahrenheit, sixty-six celsius Lord Infamous the Scarecrow, stab my pitchfork in your guts Don't hide, just because Lucifer is comin' He knows all your secrets, no escape, so why you runnin'? But you a gangster, motherfucker, prove that shit you tell My name is Lord Infamous, fool, and I sleep in hell [Chorus: Buckshot & D.O.N.] Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a nigga's ass off Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a nigga's ass off [Verse 3: Project Pat] I'm the one you don't fuck with, so don't even try me A motherfuckin' soldier, you gon' have to kill me Kill me you bitch ass boy, that's what I said A murderer, robber, I'll stab you in your head I'm realistic, to the god damn bone You say you got a gang, goddammit bring it on 'Cause niggas trip me out, always tryna play hard Ridin' around the hood, shootin' up a nigga's car A car ain't alive and a car ain't the nigga You sayin' I'ma die, motherfucker, pull the trigger I figured you's a ho, when I first caught you slippin' Fool, it's Project Pat and I'm game for a killin' Now thinkin' I'ma run, that's a stupid ass mistake You say you got a gun, I got a gun and I ain't fake I'll take all the time, that it takes, this ain't a try 'Cause when I catch your ass, lame nigga, you gon' die [Chorus: Buckshot & D.O.N.] Murderer, murderer, murderer, murderer Murderer, murderer, murderer, murderer Murderer, murderer, murderer, murderer Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a nigga's ass off Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic Blow a nigga's ass off

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Credits

Writers
  • Project Pat
  • DJ Paul
  • Lord Infamous
  • Juicy J