Murder Game - Statik Selektah

Get him boy

Get him boy

Get him boy

I ain’t having it don’t try to give me dap

I don’t fuck with rats if you take the pack

Better bring that money back

It’s a simple fact, that the bill is scrapped

With the milli mac, hit you with a rack

It’s a mummy wrap

Haters jumping out got you frozen like a snapshot

Drumroll your whole team the mascot

Pure killa, no filter hoover gang

Real niggas never speak about our murder game

Crippling bullies, black hoodies

Get fully loaded nigga, I smack pussy

Pussy pussy cat, come here pussy cat

Pull that hoodie back

We shooting first ain’t no shooting back

I like my bitches from the hood

Head tied with the doobie wrap

She told me bring that big dog

I told her bring that cootie cat

6 inch Ruger, 9 milli in that Louis bag

Down that shit I be quick to cop the tooly back

Bed for style is one the life is won

My barrel is thorough fill a cold burrow

Niggas on me, I’mma RIP 'em

Put him on display let his homies see him

This young boy think the game is soft

Till they get they whole head knocked off

My nigga still shocked from the crack era

20 years later coming home together

This style is that really good shit

This that wish a nigga would shit

2pac and Suge shit

Got a lot of niggas mad because the money’s steady coming in

When I pull my phone out them bitches put they number in

Automatic guns you can call my niggas drummer men

And when they go burrrrahh, you see a bunch of running men

If you ain’t fucking with M. A aye well fuck 'em then

The mixtape is coming that’s a way to bring the summer in

25 years with an L on it

Put a closed eye no scale on it

Fuck paid a quarter hope it come back

If not guns out and we come back

Still from day one all about the money

Paranoid niggas so they move funny

Taught a boy learn from the hand to hand

Death is life, you can die or you stand

I don’t give a fuck, not a motherfuck

Not a single solitary fuck

Pussy cream when the pistol buck

Keep a pistol tucked

Come up missing when you mess with us

Fuck the game, bitch I run the team the commissioner

I’mma freak, I’mma vicious one

Got some bitches tougher than you niggas that will hit you up

Tell the coroner, zip you up

Pop a zip, tell a sensai roll a cinci up

Brooklyn, home of the official

Motherfuckers comeing with a shock for your body tissue

Probably miss you if you was somebody important

Relevant rappers getting clapped in that black coffin

That’s often seen when I’m on the scene nah-mean?

M.A said get him Buck, I get him with the team nah-mean?

When I’m on the scene nah-mean?

M.A said get him Buck, I get him with the team

Get him boy feel what I’m spitting boy

When the clip deploy niggas get destroyed

RIP, now all I need is a clip of blow it in the crowd

Fuck loud that ain’t shit to me

Nigga try it, you a joke no laughing

But I’mma grab 'e see heads dying

Feds eying shots firing

BK the liars men bitch where I just went

Yea yea

I buck 'em down, I buck em down

I buck 'em down, I buck em down

I buck 'em down