Murda Dem - Freddie Gibbs, Big Kill, G.I. Fleezy

(That motherfucker’s gone, he’s not comin back B

I laid the murder game down, let niggas know we not fucking around man

Shit’s cool yo)

Woke up on some bullshit, think I’m finna rob me a rapper

Showed up fifty deep, better show then kidnap his ass right after

And niggas don’t be doin that at parties in my city cause that shit might happen

East side G. I clique fuck nigga we body snatchers

Shout ma nigga T-mac, wigs comin in, can’t relax

Nigga took a trip today, twenty freaks in the room on the beach,

you believe that?

Dope in my cup so a nigga bout to lean back

Big bitch finna fire the weed up, another bitch finna throw the dope on

Whip it up and scoop it like snowcones

Feel like tony when he stepped outside, and looked at the blimp

They say what, just say fuck em, shake these weak niggas off your dick

I’m the first nigga from the G to flip this street shit legit

Before I met that nigga snow I was thuggin and trained to go (it's gangsta

gibbs)

It’s murder, it’s murder, it’s murder, it’s murder (x4)

I put my name out in the streets

They already know not to fuck with a nigga like me, don’t even blink

Chop em with that fire like fourth of July when you seen, can’t nobody breathe

Won’t nobody eat if they don’t get it all from me so we believe in giving back

That’s just to ashes that’s a fact

So lot of pressure better measure a rich nigga right where he at

One keg note, two pop off, three ransack, this fit the crime, of a real nigga

that’s gunning for a nigga that’s tryin to run up and try and come take mine

Don’t fake dying, get the job done

Don’t play blind, take all of em

We saw love, and they saw something

Cleaned up when they think all done

I’m bout mine, you bout yours, that’s a real niggas connect

Don’t do the crime, ain’t bout the life, that’s a fuck nigga ejected, murder

Murder, Murder, Murder my nigga that’s all she fucking wrote

Riding down 9−65 blowing on that purple smoke

Pounds in the back,?

on my lap, I got these niggas hating dog

Niggas hating on Big Kill and I don’t even know

Restfully, I do my thing when I’m in that fucking trap

This lifestyle here I chose your bitch, but nigga we live this rap

You better sit yo punk ass back, before yo ass gets clapped

This 2−2-3 will chop yo ass down round after round

My G.I.

Niggas shifting their shit, in and out of town

I’ll fuck yo bitch and hit me a lick, for lights and fucking pounds

I’ll show up at yo mofucking door, we bout to shut shit down

We put them hoes face down on the floor, but we don’t fuck around

It’s kill