Live At The Tunnel - Funk Flex, Big Kap, The Murderers

Everything yeah, yeah

What the fuck nigga

Ayyo dim the lights on my shit son

Yeah you heard, fuck that

For my nigga Flex

It’s like that y’all (that y’all)

That y’all (that y’all)

That y’all (that y’all)

That y’all (that y’all)

It’s like that y’all (that y’all)

That y’all (that y’all)

That y’all, It’s murda

Respect a thug, or accept a slug

Or accept the death of somebody you love

That’s the rules we live by, ways I kiss by

We all Murderers in the eyes of all ours

So when I pull a bubble up and back in your car

When I spit 16's you gona wish they was sparks

Can you hold something, you can hold heat you can keep

Slugs in your sleep while I’m plugging your freak

I’m the thug of the week, the killer of the millenium

Spitting like a mack 10 and a 9: Eminem

Blasting off like Flex on New Years

Who cares how many slugs y’all spit in the air

Niggas over here got Glock 19's, P89's, hollow points, and M16's

357's and mack11's

We clap you come to the funeral…

Motherfucker if your holding them ??

nigga

Then I’d advise nigga, we rip the high niggas

Don’t matter the size niggas

Ever since I popped up, alot of niggas done got stuck

While I’m laying the cut, meant that’s rocked up

Believe it’s murda

Niggas get popped up, burryed and chopped up

We don’t give a fuck if the cops get touched

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and a baby blue drop

With a stash box holding a 5th and two Glocks

And every 16 I spit I ??

And won’t stop firing, firing until I got, a 4 full of money

And playboy you bunny

Yo you get us a clip of hollow tip slugs from me

Bitch nigga, acting out the life of a thug money

I hustle and, grind those block for drug money

And make sure, kept counting every stack

We drop bombs like Flex and Big Kap

Fuck that

It’s like that y’all (that y’all)

That y’all (that y’all)

That y’all (that y’all)

That y’all (that y’all)

It’s like that y’all (that y’all)

That y’all (that y’all)

That y’all, It’s murda

Oh why must children die

I guess the lil' nigga want the peice of the pie, let 'em die

Oh why must thug niggas snitch

I guess the lil' nigga thought he’d get a lil' rich, lil' bitch

That’s why we don’t talk quick

Cause niggas who talk quick get killed for the bricks

This is it, that’s why we walk with our guns

Cause those without guns get killed by guns

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the one that will kill you son

It’s the same where ever we from, it’s the slums

We spit guns, lay you down for the 1

I love when niggas talk slick with they tounge

You ain’t buying no one, you talking shit

I’m from the place get killed for shit

So fuck where you from, better start from day 1

It’s amazing…

Murda mommy in every song

You was warned, should of listened when I told ya

It’s comming to a closeure

And almost over now

Go to war like a solider now

And you rat broads running my style, I’m shutting you down

From NY to LA, Vi-ta from Jersey

More of a bitch then a lady

Chase chips, slick bitch

With flows that’s sick, and it only gets worse…

Fuck that

It’s like that y’all (that y’all)

That y’all (that y’all)

That y’all (that y’all)

That y’all (that y’all)

It’s like that y’all (that y’all)

That y’all (that y’all)

That y’all, It’s murda

Murda, is the way of the walk

And since I walk a thin line, I’m looking at niggas with dead eyes

And I’m baptized, my body has sined

A lil' weed, a few hoes, and a whole lot of head

Got me hollering, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK

About nothing at all, front

I’m blasting off, killing you with probabal cause

Cause you probabal of thinking that you hotter then I

It will never be untill I die, and tourch the sky

Hells angel, fly

I feel like I’m at war fighting for my inner self fighting for my life

This world made me a, Murderer

May the lord take you, before I murder ya

Bodies turning up, and who you think got 'em all touched

Muderers, is on your block catching the rush

Like niggas can fuck wit us, they all gonna fall

Rule nigga, It’s like that y’all