MURDERER - BUDDY

Rah-rah, rah-rah, rah-rah, rah

(Hit-Boy)

Hmm

Murderer, murderer

Said he wanna be a murderer, murderer, rah

He wanna be a murderer, murderer, rah

He said he wanna be a murderer

Yeah, hopped off the porch like Geronimo, yeah

He tryna get his money up, yeah

So he pop the trunk, got a .44, ooh shit

Said he wanna be a murderer (Yeah)

Said he wanna be a murderer (Yeah, yeah)

Murderer (Ooh shit)

Said he wanna be a murderer (Ooh shit, yeah, uh)

Murderer, rah, rah (Yeah)

You are not a killer, I can see it in your eyes

I know the feeling when you see a real nigga die

Believe me we done been through this too many times

Rest in peace to my OG, wish he was still alive

Men made gun, gun don’t make a man

Get that hate up out your heart and take it out your hand

Sit your scary ass down, you don’t understand

Everything outside of the ten is gangland

Compton, Watts, South Central, the District to Long Beach

Where the skinny niggas carry strong heat

Four deep, on a slow creep, fuck the police (Police, police)

And I still remember with my homie

Yeah, hopped off the porch like Geronimo, yeah

He tryna get his money up, yeah

So he pop the trunk, got a .44, ooh shit

Said he wanna be a murderer (Yeah)

Said he wanna be a murderer (Yeah, yeah)

Murderer (Ooh shit)

Said he wanna be a murderer (Ooh shit, yeah, uh)

Murderer, rah, rah (Yeah)

Calm down, dawg

Settle down, dawg, settle down

I tell 'em, «Calm down, dawg

Settle down, dawg» (Settle down, dawg)

Murderer, murderer

Said he wanna be a murderer, murderer, rah

He wanna be a murderer, murderer, rah

He said he wanna be a murderer

Yeah, hopped off the porch like Geronimo, yeah

He tryna get his money up, yeah

So he pop the trunk, got a .44, ooh shit

Said he wanna be a murderer (Yeah)

Said he wanna be a murderer (Yeah, yeah)

Murderer (Ooh shit)

Said he wanna be a murderer (Ooh shit, yeah, uh)

Murderer, rah, rah (Yeah)