Murder Man - Mo3

Yeah

That shit crazy, man, you know, they say this and that 'bout MO3, man

They don’t never say how the young nigga put the city on the map, though

For real

(You know how that go when you’re on your way out)

I put this bitch on my back

(Gangsta)

Just like that

Yeah

You see, on my side on gangland, you know?

(My nigga Osama 3 Laden)

My side, we play hangman, man

Tie a nigga up, lynch his bitch ass

(DJ Drama, fuck these niggas up)

(DJ Drama)

Murder man

These niggas must forgot

Murder man

MO-motherfuckin'-3, nigga

(Shun On Da Beat)

Yeah

(Get 'em)

Ready for war, I gotta dedicate it to my enemy, you gotta chill

What they keep telling the boy (Yeah)

Wet up the car, we gotta get 'em, go and catch 'em off guard

I got them hitters lurking, knock at your door (Yeah)

Go get it, I’m itchin'

Body collapse, hope that day that he twitchin'

Not on parole, but still, I’ll pay you a visit

Oh, you stay by that nigga?

You down to zip? I keep the K by the winter

Better be thinking 'bout a way when I hit 'em

Better slow it down, roll around

TTG-ANG, trained to go

Ho, let go

Looking at a demon

Kill it cold without the scope, I got 'em on even

Walk a nigga down just to stop a nigga breathing

I’m with it, oh, yes

They on the internet sending them threats

Talking about how they gon' take something

I can feel it, they got hate for me

We put him on a shirt and fuck the funeral, we pulling up at your wake, dummy

In person, they say nothing

Lord, I’m not perfect, just pray for me

Pray they don’t try me, that day coming

But when they do, nigga, know I’ma shoot, I get 'em gone, gotta get all of that

hate from me

Go get it all, gotta stay jumping

I’m a dog, get a cage for me

With that Beretta, I’m Chester

Have a beat for the murder molester who gon' pull up and come rape somethin'

And I know they gon' tell on me

Thought you was gangster, you scared of me

I will never let another nigga step on me

Mama was there for me

Don’t know why these niggas slept on 3

Bitch, I’m the streets, I’m the recipe

Yeah

The city know what’s up with me

This for any nigga that look up to 3

If a nigga ever try to up on me

I’ll make sure he get up in his sleep

Everybody know when the murder man come

They gon' run

Tell 'em that they better keep they gun

Better keep you one

Them drums still go ba-ba-rum-bum-bum

Da-da-dum-dum-dum

Do you niggas know where the youngin come from?

Bitch, I go dumb

It’s the murder man (Murder man, yeah)

I’m a blessing from God sent to the streets

I am the struggle, I can’t be beat

Tryna keep that devil away from me

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake (Gangland)

I pray the Lord my soul to take, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Get at your boy, pull up on 'em right out in the yard, oh my God,

they finna snatch a nigga chain (Who?)

I swear to God, I’ma shoot for the stars and try to knock a nigga head off his

frame

I’m ready to get 'em, let’s tell his partner they be chopping a lot

I’m Freddy Kreuger when I walk with the block

Bitch, I keep a Ruger when I’m not with a Glock

Real shooter, put you off in a box

Don’t let me knock off your top

These niggas don’t know my story, they don’t know the path that I’ve been

through

I would hate if I have to come and kill you

Your family, they’ll miss you

Let me write my song, yeah

So leave me alone, yeah

I came a long way

I got it the hard way

And I stood on the corner

Back to the wall, I put the hood on my shoulder

Like a boulder, I’m finna crash something

Go get at your man, we double back and go and get him again

I knock the pants off a crash dummy

They know that I’m next

MO3 the best

Why would you lie to the press?

I know it’s hard, but you gotta confess

That I’m the king of my city, it’s nothing less

And the shit that I spit, wanna bet? I’ll make it crawl up your flesh

Put that on the set

These niggas mad for the shit that I’ve done, I’m a don, you can’t fuck with me,

nigga

The hate that you do not enough for me, nigga

Make room for the kids that look up to me, nigga

They better than who?

No competition, nigga slept with a tool

You look a fool tryna step to the dude

Bitch, I’m a goon

You know I’m clutching, keep a stick and a broom

Streetsweeper when I step through the room

Everybody know when the murder man come

They gon' run

Tell 'em that they better keep they gun

Better keep you one

Them drums still go ba-ba-rum-bum-bum

Da-da-dum-dum-dum

Do you niggas know where the youngin come from?

Bitch, I go dumb

It’s the murder man (Murder man, yeah)

I’m a blessing from God sent to the streets

I am the struggle, I can’t be beat

Tryna keep that devil away from me

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

I pray the Lord my soul to take, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Shun On Da Beat)

Yeah, man

You see, the difference between me and y’all is

I’m ready to die, nigga (Ooh, lil' Shun)

I’m ready to go to war, nigga (Trendsetter)

You know?

They talk about this, talk about that, you seen nothing happen to me, dog