Murder

Lyrics

[Intro] It's the murderer, it's the murderer It's the murderer, it's the murderer [Verse 1: V-Nasty] Just hit us some stacks, got the pistol in the backpack One in my hand, leave a nigga with no get-back I'm on some solid shit, what you niggas callin' it? You're all diggin' holes, got you niggas fallin' in You know me and my real niggas show off, we ball off Late night creepin' in the rental, tinted windows Got bitches sayin' suspects didn't know Came back nothing more, leave no witness though Bad bitches say', "V-Nasty, you a all-star!" I'm kilin' bitches, come back in a new car They shot up at my whip but it didn't get 'em far I'm aimin' at bodies, bitch, I don't shoot at cars! [Verse 2: Kreayshawn] Come back on the murder game, Kreayshawn has a thang Well, that's a big thang [?] really make a bitch sang We can make a song if you buy back a chain Got your bitch ride, whole face blown out 187 on a ho is what I'm talkin' 'bout [?] poppin' off the couch She don't believe what we always talkin' bout Run out, talk shit, get pushed back White girls got clips like we in Baghdad We active, a real savage A murder charge? We ain't have it We backin' out, just got the passport We ain't scared of a bitch, passin' Newports I smoke it slow man, I love to blow, man I pull my pistol out, and let the trigger pull, man [Verse 3: V-Nasty] Woke up in the middle of the night on some freaky shit Busters callin' me askin' why I'm never speakin' that they higher than me now Asking why I knocked them down Filed a missin' report, the brain was never found Had to chop his body up, in the river, he drowned I'm on some psycho shit, kill a bitch for the fuck of it Leave no evidence, no fingerprints 187 homicide coming close to where you sleep at Yeah these voices ain't let me get my sleep back 3 AM outside, early mornin' Creepin' through your window while its rainin' and pourin' Got these keys to my whip and my whip game foreign Got haters actin' like they adore me [?]fake bitches on that type of shit got for me Come through the front door, break your whole family Niggas talkin' shit, but you knew you was my enemy [Skit] Warning! Warning! This mixtape may cause rubber bands to bop, paper to stack, guns to bust, and [?] to rain! It should only be listened to in the fast lane! With the windows up, blowin' pur-