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Young Buck - Get Your Murder On

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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Get your murder on - cock it back and let it go
Bitch I represent them killers who be kickin in them do`s
Get your muder on - black down from head to toe
See I tried to tell you once niggaz don`t want war

[Verse Two]
Just look at life from my point of view, run where I call home
Feel what a gun do and I`ll bet you {?}
Wonder why my mind strong livin the life
When niggaz really don`t live long playin me sheist
See I`m goin all out, like straight hoes to dykes
Switchin the game around like Reeboks from Nikes
Stayin in my black dickies, t-shirts all white
Thugged out, what it`s all about, all right
Let`s just shoot it out now, we can do it all night
It don`t matter, the 50 caliber gon` bite
Watch `em scatter, the loud sound got `em all fright
Get the cheddar, then let them cowards hear the dual pipes
When we bite, we fight like pits on red meat
Is this life the shit nigga? Yes it fuckin be
Freaks take a glimpse, they scream Buck`s the shit
Now fiend for the dick, as I lean in the 6

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Back in my `llac the auto fo`-fo`s and Optimos
Kickin in do`s on the one stressin {?}
Let me get that out you hoes, me and my snub nose
Bonnie and Clyde, when we ride, both of us have open eyes
Realized I`m a young nigga, puttin it fuckin down
Never goin to sleep without a hundred fuckin miles
Layin it down, my name is known throughout town
Blaka blaka, blaka blaka

[Chorus]

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