Live Squad - Murderahh (Original Mix) Lyrics

(Stretch)

Yo, this is off the thoughts that run through our mind

We call it homicide crime

Crazy shit we do without even thinkin

Empty a clip without blinkin

Cuz crime is my perfection

No question, I let off the AK with perfection

Mothaf*ckers don't f*ck with me

Cuz I kill a nigga instantly

Like for instance

Once upon a time this kid played my sister

In my eyes he dissed her

You know I wasn't havin that shit

I clocked his crib and then I planned the hit

He lived in the backstreets not to far from here

So it was less of a problem, see

Cuz I could do it on foot, real quiet and easy

The thought of him dead kept teasin me

I couldn't wait, to see the nigga smokin

(Majesty: Dissin my sister, you must be jokin)

I went in the crib and strapped up tight

Then we was out of there, layin in his bushes that night

The nigga had no mothaf*ckin idea

That I was comin out of nowhere

(*Bass line stops and crickets in the background*)

The punk motherf*cker pulled up

(Majesty: Yea there he go)

My shit was cocked, he was f*cked

(Majesty: Yea boy, here he comes)

Here he comes, walkin up the goddamn steps

And shit is quiet as kep

He's gettin closer, he's in point blank range

(Majesty: Bus' em, bus' em)

And nigga's in danger

(*Bass line starts again*)

(*Two gunshots*)

Blood squirted everywhere

A crazy nigga like me didn't care

A little blood even squirted on my face

I got hype when he gave me a taste

The nigga was dead before he hit the floor

But I shot him once more (*gunshots*

Cuz I'm a murderahh!



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"Murderahh, Mur-Mur-Murderahh" --> Stretch

Comin straight from the mind of a murderahh

"Murderahh, Mur-Mur-Murderahh" --> Stretch



(Majesty)

Yo, before I hold my guns I was ill and smooth, steppin

In my ways, you know I always kept in

Ooh-Wap! It was hard to be stopped

Man, I can't count how many I shot

But yo lemme tell ya, one day it was ill

It was me and C-Born chillin on Springfield

It was hot that day, we had to stash our joint

That was a wack move,

(Stretch: It put us all off point)

Then 5-0 came, coat sweatin and checkin

(Stretch: I'm clean officer so just keep steppin)

Now went away from the guns pumpin hard, gettin paid

The chopper recognized, pulled up and just sprayed

I was set, that motherf*cker made me run

Cold, gave me a taste of my own medicine

But I don't sweat it, cuz yo some'in gotta give

(Stretch: Yo, I know where his baby motha live)

Word, kick open his door, shoot his legs, tie him up

His girly is a cutey, so you know she (Stretch: gets f*cked)

In front of his face, then bust a nut down her throat

The Young Guns are next and after that she got smoked

(*three gunshots*)

Mothaf*cka stop cryin

(Stretch: It wasn't me, it wasn't me)

Stop lyin

Don't bitch now, cuz any way you dyin

Handcuff him up, set the bomb for ten minutes

Open up his mouth

(Stretch: Open up)

Shuff it in it

Well the job is done, now we can go

(Stretch: What about the baby?)

Throw it out the window

Cuz I'm a murderahh

(*Glass breaking and baby screaming*)



"Murderahh, Mur-Mur-Murderahh" --> Stretch

(Stretch)

Come on God. Get the f*ckin bomb out the coffin, come on let's go.

(*explosion*)



(Stretch)

Eh yo Maj, remember that ill night out on the block

When we smoked that cop

(Majesty)

Yea that motherf*cker was f*ckin up dough

Chasin all the workers, kid he had to go

(Stretch)

For two weeks straight, we had to had to take shorts

We took what we could get, so we wouldn't get caught

But then, we got fed up with that shit

Now it's time for that cop to meet a clip

The beat-walkin motherf*cker thought he had niggaz

(Majesty: scared of him)

But now we're prepared for him

To step to us, with some more of that ol' bullshit

He f*cked around and got hit, on fire

(Majesty)

? up for hire

(Stretch)

Ya dead

(*3 gunshots)

(Both)

Three shots in ya head

(Stretch)

We kill mothaf*ckin cops with a smile

King of New York style

Cuz we're murderahhs



(Stretch)

"Murderahh, Mur-Mur-Murderahh" --> Stretch

And it's comin from the mind of a murderahh

"Murderahh, Mur-Mur-Murderahh" --> Stretch

"Murder Clip. Murder Clip"

"Murderahh" --> Stretch

"Murder Clip. Murder Clip"

"Mur-Mur-Murderahh" --> Stretch

"Shoot a mothaf*cker in a minute" --> MC Ren

"Mur-Mur-Murderahh" --> Stretch

"Shoot a mothaf*cker in a minute" --> MC Ren

"Mur-Mur-Murderahh" --> Stretch

"Shoot a mothaf*cker in a minute" --> MC Ren

"Mur-Mu-Mu-Murderahh" --> Stretch

"Squeeze the trigger, squeeze the -

squeeze the, squeeze the trigger and a nigga shot dead"