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Mac Murder Murder Kill Kill

murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill Murda, murda, murda, murda Kill, kill, kill, kill Shit's real, shit's real On the battlefield, on the battlefield Murda, murda, murda, murda Kill, kill, kill

him while wifey was with him You heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing

were known to get ill We carried heat for protection but not to kill We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun And all I was thinkin was murder one

hot, and me dreads so cold Me so cold (Me come and say) [Verse 1 - Fat Joe] Here is something you can't understand, how I could just kill a man Shame what the MAC

this .44 My conscience be screaming Z-Ro Murder Mo!, Murder Mo! And these snitch fellas on "How I'm Living" try snitchin' on "BET" But got a restraining order against "Murder

is known for smokin' the glock To the hole in your rock (Terror Squad) I murder men wit the poisonous flow, my pen Hurt 'em for they dough and they GM's wit Mac

for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate All I see is murder, murder, my mind state Murder, murder, murder, and kill, kill, kill All I see is murder, murder

a microchip My bass will give a shake, or if not quake It'll make you, sucker MC, wanna jump in the lake 'Cuz I'm murder, homicide, color Must kill

Come on.. Chorus 2 [Kurupt] Let me tell em, the headless Horsemen nigga... I'm back, give me a fired up Mac Seventeen different sachels of uncooked