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Young Chris - Murder Outside Lyrics


Murder Outside Lyrics

Yellow tape caution, Â… cuffers
Blowing up crutches, airing up targets
Shit ainÂ't adding up, how you niggers out balling
Blow moneyÂ's fast and you niggers all starving
Is when we set the dogs on them
Young catsÂ… put a Â… on them
I get a lock and I shake, hereÂ's a shot for the hate
Pack boys, who wanna work, I got a Â…
Buy every fucking bottle just to pop in they face
Have a champagne party, bitch drown in this ace
LikeÂ… money, shooters surrounding his chick
And IÂ'm Â… what yÂ'all can takeÂ…
Stay ground and never break,
Eliminate all the fakes
Leave up my luggage while you fuckers renovate out of state
Lifestyle is corporate get your biznesses straight
Rappers running out of breath, get your finessesÂ' shape
Kinda Â… shoot them little pricks off theÂ…
Young pitbull, burn them little tips of my ass
The shit for the love, we ainÂ't hurting out here
Â… hunting live, Â… who wanna die
Â… I ainÂ't asking who want a ride
I do this shit by myselfÂ… by my belt, bitch

Happen every time where IÂ'm from
Never body dropping, nigger call the police
So call gangster tower 911
Niggers supposed to keep the peace out in the streets
Tell mama itÂ's murder outside
And it just might be her boy
Homicide, gotta question somebody
Somebody, can identify this young boy

Long as IÂ'm alive, I do this shit till the death of me
Fucking all the bitches, touching paper you will never see
How we cook it till never forget the recipe
IÂ've been passed, then why they keep on testing me?
Niggers get ahead of themselves, think they ahead of me
Better keep this shit to yourself,
Niggers rather see the town fall,
Shit Â… all along, my security is my vest and my gun
I ainÂ't scared, promise to leave them dead
Only bitch in my bed, is neither oneÂ…
I came up on the weed, Â…
Demons in my mirr, streets in my ear
Â… kinda please keep it there
Â…trying to build him his careerÂ…
I can feel it in the air

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Happen every time where IÂ'm from
Never body dropping, nigger call the police
So call gangster tower 911
Niggers supposed to keep the peace out in the streets
Tell mama itÂ's murder outside
And it just might be her boy
Homicide, gotta question somebody
Somebody, can identify this young boy

Aha, yeah, contract killer
Hit man for murder,
Â…who want beef, letÂ's make this burger
For that cheese I fry you onion, and serve you like bk nigger how you want it
We like the Â… swing pass blocks
Hop on them black vansÂ…
Keep your things in the house, everything gets shot
Pop 2 to your door in the murder race
Â…and we shut down the streets and we lock downÂ…
Got a revolver that hold 5 shotgun shells
With that judge in my hand I hold court in the street
Â… I told yÂ'all, Â… life works so Â…
You think wolverine ran to your cell

Happen every time where IÂ'm from
Never body dropping, nigger call the police
So call gangster tower 911
Niggers supposed to keep the peace out in the streets
Tell mama itÂ's murder outside
And it just might be her boy
Homicide, gotta question somebody
Somebody, can identify this young boy.


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