Lil Rob - Murder Musica

Song Rating: 8.41/10

Song lyrics:

[Brown]
Murder musica
Murder
Mur-murder
Murder musica
Murder
Mur-murder
Murder musica
Murder
Mur-mur
Murder musica
Murder
Mur-murder
Murder musica

[Bad Boy]
Yeah
Click One in the motherf**in house
Wicked Minds
Lil Rob
Its murder music

(Verse 1)
[Brown]
Homie, Im strapped up with the clapper rappin
Thats what happenin
Get hog tied in the booth for actin
Exposure for your rhyme book
Funny how you sounded like me
Surrounded with Gs, with shaved heads
Locs in them tees
We smokin the trees
Click One block
Open in knees
Im Wicked as Wreck, take two to your neck, f**in with these
I walk on water
Literally, n***as aint feelin me
Until they see artillery, an infantry die industry

[Lil Rob]
I remember when we used to play shoot em up, BANG BANG
Gangbangin, motherf**er
Our ways to hang you, motherf**er
We the ones chasin ya
But was never losin ya
Speeding in the rhamfla
Bumpin murder musica
Got a brand new nine, double end with hollow tippings
Releasin heat rocks
Everytime that I pop the clip in
Start duckin
When I start buckin
Cause I aint givin a f** when
Theyre pushin the wrong buttons, gettin yourself into somethin

Chorus: Lil Rob
Its murder musica
Something you pop your clip into
Murder musica, homeboy, what you gonna do
When us vatos
Come after you
And start shootin ya
Bumpin murder musica, f** you
Its murder musica
Something you pop your clip into
Murder musica, homeboy, what you gonna do
When us vatos
Come after you
And start shootin ya
Bumpin murder musica



(Verse 2)
[Wreck]
Puerto Rican with a bad attitude
62, 240, so dont make me act a fool
Ill be
Droppin fools if they disrespect
And if you cross my path, then I
You get a Wreck
Got a wicked a** mind down to do the crime
And if you owe this n***a money, then you runnin out of time
Te represento
A diez y ocho de sur
De Los Angeles
Romero, tell em the rest

[Romero]
Dont make me have to pull my
Motherf**in mack out (Mack out)
Im blowin motherf**ers
Backs out (Backs out)
You best to duck when you hear that sound (BUCK, BUCK)
Im comin
Im runnin
Make murder musica
Shoot up your car, gives a f** who you are
Dont f** with the R to the O, you should already know
And if wanna go to war, my whole army would go
We brown with rage, roll around with .80 rounds in the kay
To tear you to pieces
f** it, Ill just bury you, breezy

Repeat Chorus

(Verse 3)
[Chino Grande]
I got murder on my mind, plus two holes in my clip
I pull a W-H-I-Double T-I-E-R buis
We making daily contemplating over (???) your throats
You motherf**ers tryin to look me up the way when Im dumpin
f** with something
Ese, better know what we do
Just play your grinds in firme, and itll go all smooth
I slang dope to survive, tried to open your eyes
Hop back and spit
Cock back and die

[Bad Boy]
Homie, I pop pills and guns on the daily basis
Approachin motherf**ers with those paly faces
The case is
I been on the flame impatient
f** a DJ
Dont let me get to name the stations
So play my sh**, fag
Ill hold you for ransom
I rock sh** like coke and grip mics like angus
So speak and get stole on, fag
My flight flew
Its proven to leave
Rappers in graves, its murder music

[Lil Rob]
Its murder musica
Something you pop your clip into
Murder musica, homeboy, what you gonna do
When us vatos
Come after you
And start shootin ya
Bumpin murder musica

Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 03:59