Bizarre, Kuniva - Murder (Album Version (Explicit))

Detroit Motown Hey, guess what? They gave us a Super Bowl this year And you know what happened? Robbin', shootin', killing, murder Murder, murder Robbin', shootin', killing, murder Murder, murder Henny'ed up, Remy'ed up Ski mask, black truck Dickie outfit, passenger side (pistol grippin' punk) Fuck it, I just did two lines A chrome TEC-9, it'll tear out nigga's spine It's a party, go in and have fun 'Cause after it's over all you going hear is (run, nigga, run) Shooting, blasting, hitting the floor Ten thousand in the safe, shit, I'm 'bout to score 'Cause I'm dangerous, off angel dust Shit, I'll bust Even the nigga that came with us And this is for my niggas that be robbing and stealing Carjacking, murder ones and fucking drug dealings Robbin', shootin', killing, murder Murder, murder Robbin', shootin', killing, murder Murder, murder I stumble in the club blowed, nine millimetre cocked Something's telling me to stop Fuck it, I don't see the cops Niggas don't believe it 'til they see it's out Stupid motherfuckers wanna take the scenic route, now the heater's out Bitches scream like I pulled my penis out Begging me to put that big motherfucker away, but the demon's out Everybody on the floor, come out of that mink Come out of them diamonds, and you come out of that Velour The party is over, shut the fuck down, cut the music Matter of fact, turn it back up, shit, I can use it I need the noise, in case I have to let a couple off Saw another icy chain, walked over and tugged it off Give me that buttersoft, and since you buying out the bar You can buy my drinks for today and tomorrow I'm out for the paper, my homie, better hide your jewels I'm in the game starving and I ain't playing by the rules, nigga Robbin', shootin', killing, murder Murder, murder Robbin', shootin', killing, murder Murder, murder Shady It's The Re-Up