🎵 Murderer // by Gank Move

2 ContributorsMurderer Lyrics [Verse 1: K.O. Kill] Step, step into my zone, it's 1994, niggas in the zone I never leave the crib and let some strap with the gat I never rode the hood without the 9 on my lap A lot of niggas down, a lot of niggas hate me Because they all know that I be fucking the mothers of their babies yeah But back on the ill tip, and should I say real tip? Yo, G, cause I'm on the kill tip, (Murderer) A young nigga from deep town, (Murderer) Struck and get swept in my hometown (Chill) It's the nigga that's real Suckers ducking and dodging when I roll through the hills I'm like a black knight, something close to fright night Vision is blurry as I damage your eyesight Uzis and AKs, 9s and 12 gauge, grenades and hand blades Yo, I'm on the rampage (Murderer) [Chorus: Bushwick Bill, KRS-One] Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im Listen to my 9mm go bang [Verse 2: K.O. Kill] One by one, 12 gauge to the mouth I'm striking the mouth, now who's got clout? As I'm calling you out in front of your house You ready for the showdown, bitch? Well, I'm ready to throw down Put up your motherfucking dukes You better make it quick because here comes all my troops I wonder what happened to your motherfucking crew At first there were a few, but now it's just you Punk, what happened to the shit you was talking? Cap, got your time? Well, you better start walking 'Cause I'm about to take you for a trip through my zone Where the niggas in the hood are peeling skin off your bone K.O is the point, man, the nigga in the front In case some silly suckers come and tries to pull off a stunt And I'll be the tailback, the nigga on your ass The last thing you see before I put you in a body bag (Murderer) [Chorus: Bushwick Bill, KRS-One] Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im Listen to my 9mm go bang (Murderer) Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im Listen to my 9mm go bang [Verse 3: Young Bango] A nigga tried to fade my shit He brought his ass in my motherfuckin' zone and that was it See, I ain't got no fuckin' patience or time Talked, he caught a slug from the llama nine His niggas knew I did it but what they gon' do? Shit, cause they can feel the 9 too And don't think them thoughts that a nigga lost 'Cause when the llama blow, somebody bout to pay the cost Once I empty my clip in and bullets [?] in Send me automatic fire get niggas to limpin' Yeah, and I like that too Cause ain't no motherfuckin' body rollin' on my crew (Murderer) Scared of my clip, You's a bitch nigga (Murderer) Suck on my dick like a big cigar (Yeah) Any nigga that's real, you better check your shit Punk bitch, listen here, 'cause I'm the (Murderer) [Chorus: Bushwick Bill, KRS-One] Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im Listen to my 9mm go bang [Verse 4: Young Bango] Murderer number two back on the creep I pull my gat and squeeze it back, and niggas go to sleep The 9mm caught them niggas in the wrong place Two weeks later dead body found with no face Killing others, warned them Niggas ain't all that, run your ass to bliss Watch the motherfuckers fall back Don't take no shit just take a nigga ass out Show it to his family, yeah, I bet they pass out 'Cause a nigga tried to play hard but hated violence That's stickin' bitch too, to keep the hoes silent Baby have big mouth she always talk shit Gank Move went in, the 9mil went click Her head went kaboom, yeah, she learned now Don't fuck with Gank Move, the Hardcore rough style, bitch 'Cause they ain't the only way I like it Saw it in the drink so a nigga swam psychic Down with Bango, we kick with Big Ray Three hardcore negros, so clear the damn way [Verse 5: Big Ray] Yeah, it's Big Ray My mind is gone on the ill tip My vest and my gat means I'm ready for some ill shit I'm out cold to those who oppose I kill at will But yo, I suppose I could wait for the next date to retaliate And peel your cap straight back till your butt crack Everybody knows I'm up to no good I'm on the creep to jack the big man in the hood And this is the message that's important Incognito, I'm seeing these niggas And I'm sorting out each and every one, that I'm gonna stab in the neck Yeah, you know you gotta give that nigga Ray respect And my homies is killing niggas off with the quickness Even if it's personal or business And I keep smoking all food to try to fade me The psycho maniac, y'all know I'm crazy See if you can step to this If you think you're bad enough I'll bust him in the face with my 9 when I get mad enough My name is Ray so motherfuck you I'm hardcore, I bust clean shots at your crew Bitch, I take the money and get out of dives Then I split it up even with my niggas that help me rob Yes, it's the young man that's stacking I'm packin' from all you suckin' niggas that I'm jackin' So give it up, I gots no time for your bamboo And for rare artillery tossin' much ammo The murderer