Must Be Murder Lyrics
| Song | Must Be Murder |
| Artist | MC Eiht |
| Album | N' My Neighborhood |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Steele, Tyler | |
| Geah | |
| Yo, hoo-bangin' niggas offcials for the year 2g | |
| I want y'all niggas to say hello to the bad nigga, uh | |
| Hoo-bangin', what's up | |
| Geah | |
| Ya know this ??? muthafucka's life ain't shit | |
| Right here | |
| Creepin' up on your ass | |
| For the year 2g | |
| Must be murder | |
| Nighttime vision, my hot nine catching you while you sleep | |
| It's critical nigga, it's too deep | |
| Fuck, your talk is cheap, paid to sweep | |
| Ya know this killa nigga from the west side of the street | |
| Old school fool, pack choose the rules | |
| Confrontation, confront blazing tool | |
| My mighty black sword is ready to duel | |
| No sympathy when punishment's include | |
| Back the fuck up, niggas, i act up | |
| Homerun-hitter, the quick nine-spitter | |
| When my mind starts playing tricks and flashbacks | |
| Of seein porno flicks, done criminal acts | |
| Y'all ain't touching my squad | |
| Run the whole yard, anybody disguised, pulling your card | |
| Mock my life, nigga, it's too hard | |
| Ready for battle in the streets, you get scarred | |
| Must - be murder | |
| Hoo-bangin' for life ain't no joke | |
| Must be murder | |
| Reppin' the west, so watch the gun smoke | |
| I know my momma be praying her lord save me | |
| I bail the street with the strap, the homie daily | |
| You're crazy, y'all ain't from my spot, so push | |
| Before your dead body's recovered, multiple shots | |
| You speak by your weak position, thinkin' you're strong | |
| You're wrong, nigga, watch my killa ambition | |
| Touch ya, hoo-bang niggas who ride | |
| Who roll on your side ready to die | |
| Who lights up your life with hot flames | |
| Real straight game, thug life's the game | |
| Gettin' it, never pretending since the beginning | |
| Niggas like me keeps the world spinnin' | |
| I ain't done yet, enemies don't tempt me | |
| Unload episodes until my clip empty | |
| Y'all ain't gettin' the front line | |
| Your front line, you can save conversation with my nine | |
| Chorus... | |
| Criminal mind, but this time a west coast loc | |
| Can't stand a compton nigga slangin' slugs like fuckin coke | |
| Money made the illegal way, i roll the regal way | |
| Brown paper bag full of baggies to maintain | |
| Just can't stay away from hood niggas | |
| Hood bitches, hood towns and hood sounds | |
| Fuck anybody who disrespect get chin-checked | |
| Fly like a eagle, the hollows hit the deck | |
| Expect the worst in the hood if you gon' kick it | |
| Doors open, murder show, go get your ticket | |
| Sly, slick and wicked, bullets ready to rico- | |
| Chet off your body, they toe tag, they stick it | |
| The guns ready to straight catch ya | |
| Murder was the case, trying to hide my face | |
| Evil as they come | |
| I clicks the fuckin' nine gun, y'all fools best to run | |
| Chorus... | |
| Geah | |
| Hoo-bangin's official | |
| You know how the fuck we do it | |
| Real niggas | |
| In the y2k | |
| Doin' what the fuck we gotta do | |
| Y'all niggas perpetrating | |
| You know, keep it thug over here | |
| You know, keep it thug right here, hoo-bangin' official | |
| Y'all niggas is just like us | |
| Real niggas on the block is how we keep it | |
| Never fakin' the funk | |
| 4-5's and 9's catchin' you, nigga | |
| Till the day we die, fool | |
| Geah | |
| Compton, nigga | |
| Geah |
| zuo ci : Steele, Tyler | |
| Geah | |
| Yo, hoobangin' niggas offcials for the year 2g | |
| I want y' all niggas to say hello to the bad nigga, uh | |
| Hoobangin', what' s up | |
| Geah | |
| Ya know this ??? muthafucka' s life ain' t shit | |
| Right here | |
| Creepin' up on your ass | |
| For the year 2g | |
| Must be murder | |
| Nighttime vision, my hot nine catching you while you sleep | |
| It' s critical nigga, it' s too deep | |
| Fuck, your talk is cheap, paid to sweep | |
| Ya know this killa nigga from the west side of the street | |
| Old school fool, pack choose the rules | |
| Confrontation, confront blazing tool | |
| My mighty black sword is ready to duel | |
| No sympathy when punishment' s include | |
| Back the fuck up, niggas, i act up | |
| Homerunhitter, the quick ninespitter | |
| When my mind starts playing tricks and flashbacks | |
| Of seein porno flicks, done criminal acts | |
| Y' all ain' t touching my squad | |
| Run the whole yard, anybody disguised, pulling your card | |
| Mock my life, nigga, it' s too hard | |
| Ready for battle in the streets, you get scarred | |
| Must be murder | |
| Hoobangin' for life ain' t no joke | |
| Must be murder | |
| Reppin' the west, so watch the gun smoke | |
| I know my momma be praying her lord save me | |
| I bail the street with the strap, the homie daily | |
| You' re crazy, y' all ain' t from my spot, so push | |
| Before your dead body' s recovered, multiple shots | |
| You speak by your weak position, thinkin' you' re strong | |
| You' re wrong, nigga, watch my killa ambition | |
| Touch ya, hoobang niggas who ride | |
| Who roll on your side ready to die | |
| Who lights up your life with hot flames | |
| Real straight game, thug life' s the game | |
| Gettin' it, never pretending since the beginning | |
| Niggas like me keeps the world spinnin' | |
| I ain' t done yet, enemies don' t tempt me | |
| Unload episodes until my clip empty | |
| Y' all ain' t gettin' the front line | |
| Your front line, you can save conversation with my nine | |
| Chorus... | |
| Criminal mind, but this time a west coast loc | |
| Can' t stand a compton nigga slangin' slugs like fuckin coke | |
| Money made the illegal way, i roll the regal way | |
| Brown paper bag full of baggies to maintain | |
| Just can' t stay away from hood niggas | |
| Hood bitches, hood towns and hood sounds | |
| Fuck anybody who disrespect get chinchecked | |
| Fly like a eagle, the hollows hit the deck | |
| Expect the worst in the hood if you gon' kick it | |
| Doors open, murder show, go get your ticket | |
| Sly, slick and wicked, bullets ready to rico | |
| Chet off your body, they toe tag, they stick it | |
| The guns ready to straight catch ya | |
| Murder was the case, trying to hide my face | |
| Evil as they come | |
| I clicks the fuckin' nine gun, y' all fools best to run | |
| Chorus... | |
| Geah | |
| Hoobangin' s official | |
| You know how the fuck we do it | |
| Real niggas | |
| In the y2k | |
| Doin' what the fuck we gotta do | |
| Y' all niggas perpetrating | |
| You know, keep it thug over here | |
| You know, keep it thug right here, hoobangin' official | |
| Y' all niggas is just like us | |
| Real niggas on the block is how we keep it | |
| Never fakin' the funk | |
| 45' s and 9' s catchin' you, nigga | |
| Till the day we die, fool | |
| Geah | |
| Compton, nigga | |
| Geah |
| zuò cí : Steele, Tyler | |
| Geah | |
| Yo, hoobangin' niggas offcials for the year 2g | |
| I want y' all niggas to say hello to the bad nigga, uh | |
| Hoobangin', what' s up | |
| Geah | |
| Ya know this ??? muthafucka' s life ain' t shit | |
| Right here | |
| Creepin' up on your ass | |
| For the year 2g | |
| Must be murder | |
| Nighttime vision, my hot nine catching you while you sleep | |
| It' s critical nigga, it' s too deep | |
| Fuck, your talk is cheap, paid to sweep | |
| Ya know this killa nigga from the west side of the street | |
| Old school fool, pack choose the rules | |
| Confrontation, confront blazing tool | |
| My mighty black sword is ready to duel | |
| No sympathy when punishment' s include | |
| Back the fuck up, niggas, i act up | |
| Homerunhitter, the quick ninespitter | |
| When my mind starts playing tricks and flashbacks | |
| Of seein porno flicks, done criminal acts | |
| Y' all ain' t touching my squad | |
| Run the whole yard, anybody disguised, pulling your card | |
| Mock my life, nigga, it' s too hard | |
| Ready for battle in the streets, you get scarred | |
| Must be murder | |
| Hoobangin' for life ain' t no joke | |
| Must be murder | |
| Reppin' the west, so watch the gun smoke | |
| I know my momma be praying her lord save me | |
| I bail the street with the strap, the homie daily | |
| You' re crazy, y' all ain' t from my spot, so push | |
| Before your dead body' s recovered, multiple shots | |
| You speak by your weak position, thinkin' you' re strong | |
| You' re wrong, nigga, watch my killa ambition | |
| Touch ya, hoobang niggas who ride | |
| Who roll on your side ready to die | |
| Who lights up your life with hot flames | |
| Real straight game, thug life' s the game | |
| Gettin' it, never pretending since the beginning | |
| Niggas like me keeps the world spinnin' | |
| I ain' t done yet, enemies don' t tempt me | |
| Unload episodes until my clip empty | |
| Y' all ain' t gettin' the front line | |
| Your front line, you can save conversation with my nine | |
| Chorus... | |
| Criminal mind, but this time a west coast loc | |
| Can' t stand a compton nigga slangin' slugs like fuckin coke | |
| Money made the illegal way, i roll the regal way | |
| Brown paper bag full of baggies to maintain | |
| Just can' t stay away from hood niggas | |
| Hood bitches, hood towns and hood sounds | |
| Fuck anybody who disrespect get chinchecked | |
| Fly like a eagle, the hollows hit the deck | |
| Expect the worst in the hood if you gon' kick it | |
| Doors open, murder show, go get your ticket | |
| Sly, slick and wicked, bullets ready to rico | |
| Chet off your body, they toe tag, they stick it | |
| The guns ready to straight catch ya | |
| Murder was the case, trying to hide my face | |
| Evil as they come | |
| I clicks the fuckin' nine gun, y' all fools best to run | |
| Chorus... | |
| Geah | |
| Hoobangin' s official | |
| You know how the fuck we do it | |
| Real niggas | |
| In the y2k | |
| Doin' what the fuck we gotta do | |
| Y' all niggas perpetrating | |
| You know, keep it thug over here | |
| You know, keep it thug right here, hoobangin' official | |
| Y' all niggas is just like us | |
| Real niggas on the block is how we keep it | |
| Never fakin' the funk | |
| 45' s and 9' s catchin' you, nigga | |
| Till the day we die, fool | |
| Geah | |
| Compton, nigga | |
| Geah |
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