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Keith Murray

Genres: Hip-Hop

Say Goodnite Lyrics - Keith Murray

Now get'em 

Yeah, we gonna set shit straight 

All y'all niggaz out there, let me tell you something right now 

None of y'all niggaz don't't know me 

You crazy, punk ass nigga 

Hiding behind the microphone 

(Y'all ready for this) 

 

[VERSE 1] 

Yo, you's a lying fronting fake ass thug everybody know it 

You pussy and I'm just the one to show it 

word to everything I love and don't love 

This nigga ran from me one night after the club y'all 

And I'm very hard core I live out my metaphors 

Don't ask me what happened just go ask that nigga jaw 

I'll tear your roof off sucker punk motherfucker 

I'll rush you, crush you, RIGHT?! 

This is a constant reminder for you to keep shit straight 

Stab you, throw you overboard faggot you dead weight 

Rest in peace to all those who thought I wouldn't do it 

Crack craniums is what you get for thinking stupid 

The bomb bazee kid is back in the house 

So all you punk niggaz go back in the house 

Violent as the bible, kill all my rivals 

With the two piece with the scope on top sniper rifle 

 

[CHORUS] 

So stop trying to see where your eyes can't follow 

Say goodnight to the world and goodbye to tomorrow 

You rave accuse, it's a must you get bust 

Were not to be fucked with toys ain't us 

 

[VERSE 2] 

And y'all niggaz ain't never hug no block like me 

Sold working to fiends and hustlers and shook the d's 

I ain't proud or bragging but it's plain to see 

Ain't half of y'all pussy come up like me 

I run in these streets from sun up to sun up 

You the type to get found in the back of the club stabbed up 

And with the hands you can't get none 

So you little bitch niggaz run for your guns 

I see caps gotta get peeled 

Some of them niggaz gotta die to show the rest that shit is real 

And you know how it's done son 

They pop a lot of shit, then finger fuck the phone 911 

Yeah, so duck me when you step in the place 

Cause I'll spread that nose all over your face 

Niggaz always want to try to talk it out too late 

Hit you with the dirty 30 and crack your chest plate 

 

[CHORUS] 

 

[VERSE 3] 

And fuck critiquing what I got what I say and do 

Fuck him them niggaz and all of you 

Yeah and while popping your gums I hope you feel rich 

When you done you can eat the peanuts out my shit 

I'll rock you maggot redrum faggot 

Drink come maggot you can't do me no damage 

I'll shank your think tank 

Make you drink blood bitch take off them fatigues and put on something pink 

I'll wake ALL UP with the 16 inch gig bone handle, oh my lord 

And then I'll chop ALL UP with the double edge 50 inch sir gladiators 

what's that a sword, sneak up on you quite like a killer in the house 

Put the barrel in your mouth boom, blow your brains out 

Got talkers we doers 

Catch you in the back retire you from running like Carl Lewis 

And I ain't going back to jail, hell no 

Put me in your mix I'm taking you to hell, lets go 

 

[CHORUS] 

 

Yeah, no more battle and no more battlin 

You have been officially token out 

Go wipe your ass, you piss bags, scallywags 

Yeah, all motherfuckers stab crushing niggaz 

Nigga Sye Diggy, hell pity 

My nigga Digie Grand, B.L 

All you up there crushing up niggaz 

Big Africa ??? see you up in there too baby 

??? keep my whole street unit is for same, word 

y'all niggaz know what time it is 

Stray crushing these niggaz 

(Y'all ready for this) 

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