Murder for Fun - Gucci Mane

Ital, original Don Dada say

The motherfuckin saga just begun

WARNING!

Warning, cinder boots

Sunk in the mud, I am

(Killin, killin, killin) The original, WAR!

So

Kill dem pussy, we kill dem fi fun

Killin a pussy, we kill dem fi fun

Killin pussy, we kill dem fi fun

Send a man, no mind our business or die tonight

Or tell him ass again that 'im end soon come

Before 'im come, mi Gucci Mane come

Before 'im come, de Don Dada come

When we come, it’s a battle gun come

Pussy gwan see we, and started to run

But — nowhere to 'ide, me-say nowhere to run

Infrared light might dead 'pon we gun

See 'im place the spot them a dead 'im fall down so

Kill him pussy, we kill dem fi fun

Killin a pussy, kill dem fi fun

Man I murder fo' fun but my job is never done

From morning morn' to the setting of the sun

Bad men come come, come get murdered for fun

The hundred round drum in my tommy gun

Be a cat in the Hum' I’ll cut out your tongue

Me and Ox, man we murder fo' fun

Talk talk bad man, come get murdered fo' fun

The Gucci Mane, man I murder fo' fun

See my momma ain’t raised no bitch-ass nigga

Never heard Gucci Mane no snitch-ass nigga

When you dealin with a vet, don’t bring a rookie

Tell Young Jeezy that I smell pussy

The top shotter with the Don Dada

The whole hood is a done daddah

M holla to the state of Nevada

Put a hole in your fuckin oblongota pussy

Big Cat is a Army, better yet a Navy

Try to kill Gucci Mane, bitch it ain’t gravy

Tell Jeezy it’s a bullet with his name on it

A ten thousand dollar hit, he put my chain on it

Ye ain’t heard about it?

You ain’t seen the news?

Ye ain’t read the paper?

You fuckin player hater

Bird brain-ass nigga perpetratin the boss

Might think you won one but you really done lost, bitch!