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Fischer-Z - Must Be Murder lyrics
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 beginningFischer-Z - Must Be Murder - http://motolyrics.com/fischer-z/must-be-murder-lyrics.html
 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








