"Murder Murder" lyrics
(from "Power Book III: Raising Kanan, Season 4" soundtrack)
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Really on the block
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, kill
Shot him in the chest, the bullets went through his soul
Look, ain't nothing scarier then when I'm in your area
Take a break then I pop up like malaria
On the wishlist for Christmas, it's merrier
Finna beast, now I'm off the leash like a terrier
Clip full like a pitbull when I'm shooting
All the fiends using, enemies abusing
Niggas wanna fight, they get hit with Hadoukens
I don't gotta try, my gangsta's been proven
City to city I travel, so skedaddle
Only competition's my shadow when I battle
Only chance you got of winning is a raffle
I don't give a fuck 'bout a crew, I'll get at you
All my niggas waving, got them guns blazing
Kill a motherfucker I love and I'm hating
Trigger finger itching, my nigga, I'm tired of waiting
Fuck making a friend, I'm here to make a statement
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Really on the block
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, kill
Shot him in the chest, the bullets went through his soul
Aye, look, look, yeah, I know you heard of us, killers and the murderers
Creep late, night mask on, we the burglars
When we putting in that work, don't be disturbing us
If it ain't business with us, it ain't concerning us
Body after body, my nigga, it's consuming me
New victim every week, at least two or three
We gon' keep letting them fly, we on a shooting spree
It's gon' be some real nice words on that eulogy
No telling how my day goes, now I gotta lay low
All my homies stay on the job, they on payroll
Any means necessary is how we make dough
They gon' do whatever I tell 'em soon as I say so
Mmm, it's just a lesson in the game
If they really play the weapon, I'll let it bang
We stay on point, not checking for no lame
I tried to stop killing, it's embedded in my veins, Rilla
Bodies, bodies, every week, new bodies
If you run into Rilla, run
That's the best advice I got for you
The preachers know me by face, nigga
I give that nigga more business than anybody else
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Really on the block
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, kill
Shot him in the chest, the bullets went through his soul
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Really on the block
Gave a man a brick and you know no-, nothing here's free
Really on the block
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, kill
Shot him in the chest, the bullets went through his soul
Look, ain't nothing scarier then when I'm in your area
Take a break then I pop up like malaria
On the wishlist for Christmas, it's merrier
Finna beast, now I'm off the leash like a terrier
Clip full like a pitbull when I'm shooting
All the fiends using, enemies abusing
Niggas wanna fight, they get hit with Hadoukens
I don't gotta try, my gangsta's been proven
City to city I travel, so skedaddle
Only competition's my shadow when I battle
Only chance you got of winning is a raffle
I don't give a fuck 'bout a crew, I'll get at you
All my niggas waving, got them guns blazing
Kill a motherfucker I love and I'm hating
Trigger finger itching, my nigga, I'm tired of waiting
Fuck making a friend, I'm here to make a statement
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Really on the block
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, kill
Shot him in the chest, the bullets went through his soul
Aye, look, look, yeah, I know you heard of us, killers and the murderers
Creep late, night mask on, we the burglars
When we putting in that work, don't be disturbing us
If it ain't business with us, it ain't concerning us
Body after body, my nigga, it's consuming me
New victim every week, at least two or three
We gon' keep letting them fly, we on a shooting spree
It's gon' be some real nice words on that eulogy
No telling how my day goes, now I gotta lay low
All my homies stay on the job, they on payroll
Any means necessary is how we make dough
They gon' do whatever I tell 'em soon as I say so
Mmm, it's just a lesson in the game
If they really play the weapon, I'll let it bang
We stay on point, not checking for no lame
I tried to stop killing, it's embedded in my veins, Rilla
Bodies, bodies, every week, new bodies
If you run into Rilla, run
That's the best advice I got for you
The preachers know me by face, nigga
I give that nigga more business than anybody else
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Really on the block
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, kill
Shot him in the chest, the bullets went through his soul
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Really on the block
Gave a man a brick and you know no-, nothing here's free
