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Rebels Symphony Lyrics - Singles - The Murderers

Lights out niggas, you clowns 

The Murderers is here now, the game has changed 

You know what I mean, nobody knows you anymore 

Your records make no sense, you know what I mean 

I just wanna know, all I wanna do, I just wanna know 

How does it feel, huh, let me know, what it feel like 

 

I know y'all niggas is thinking of thoughts 

How y'all gon' catch the Rule it's, catch a dude and send in the feud 

But it won't do 'cause now I got a crew, nigga 

Black Child, Tah, Murda fucking Inc. nigga 

 

O-1 and Vita, keep the dope and the heater 

Or the fucked up rental or a hot two seater 

As long as the love with me hoods will never forget me 

I could put raps in them and shine up the city 

 

Like elected Frank Nitty, jot a Big Poppa 

For reasons of, we run up in a big truck and pop ya 

Midnight opera over the wheels 

Slug body marks and pop up 

 

Yo, seem like y'all niggas ain't never gon' learn 

Either you hitting or the nigga getting hit 

'Cause son, when I click and cock, my shit gon' pop and never been 

A small nigga, always a score nigga that be up in your braud nigga 

You fraud nigga cop yae, from far but never raw niggas 

My A's and SK's will rob when it's war nigga 

 

Product and money, so if you want fifteen it's twenty 

Anythin' less than ten, I won't bend 

Or y'all niggas to run with it, gun busting I done did it 

And anything else that come with it 

 

You don't want it if it's real, put the deal on it 

Stand up niggas and have you sitting in chairs with wheels on them 

And that murder shit, I'm still on it, murder for life 

Give a fuck if you a accept it, you better respect it 

 

Unless it's one of my fam' members 

Leave whoever into this involvement in legal tendency 

Laying where the dirt be, you dig this 

Better recover with some big shit or duck when this fifth spit 

 

Another question, is you willing to die 

Just as much as you want to kill? 

Answer me 

 

I went from handcuff recovering, blowing up from bubbling 

Shot muscling all my checks doubled in fuck tussling 

Word to God got a hundred men with guns and tems 

And we love Mack-10's 

 

Since the sex, got a nigga blushed with me 

Got a nigga wet, dropped the Lex, copped the tech 

We cashing checks son, we out to get the decimals 

Don't know about the rest of you, you fucking with professionals 

 

Murderers, that will split your juggle up 

Motherfucker I'll cut ya and you think Tah touch ya 

Then we flip shit with bitches that ride all day 

And niggas that get head on the highway 

 

And niggas hating to see Satin or be played 

I'm gon' tell yo' hoe, you in hell waiting 

While niggas on Earth flossed like they first 

For what it's worth Murderers blast first 

 

Niggas respect Murder everywhere 

It's the streets 

Nobody's dancing in the streets 

Huh, the streets is ours man, Murder 

 

Nigga, it's so hard to say goodbye, I wonder why 

Take a sneak peak kissing herbs on a high 

Hah, I'm down for whatever, whenever 

Murderers stick together 

 

See Vita, be that chick to hard throb you nigga 

Fuck you, then rob you nigga 

A grimy broad that'll set you and wet you 

Leave you for my dogs to fetch you 

Tie you up and wet you 

 

Unless you, talking pacos again it don't matter 

The longer we spend the longer we win 

And Gotti, showed me how to work these niggas 

[Incomprehensible] turkeys niggas and hurt these niggas 

 

And I'll be there, when my niggas need bail 

Catch a body, take the stand and won't tell 

T-tale, I flip wholesale, retail 

Cheap, so you can get deep into this female 

 

Gangstas and hoes go together 

Don't let nobody tell you no different, man 

It's the beginning of time 

I love my bitches, man 

 

Motherfucker it's on one 

When I come through, niggas run, niggas know 

Equipped with guns, ya heard son 

You get plugged up and gutted out 

Found dead with a gun in your mouth 

Now what you talking about? 

 

Scold on these streets 

I'm involved with thugs, who carry heat 

To lift you off your feet, the riding suite 

But when it's time to eat, the guns come 

Nigga's bitch I'm like, They don't want none of the Murderers 

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