Mo Murder Gangsta Pat
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[Intro]
I'd rather hear my uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat
I'd rather hear my uzi, I'd rather hear my uzi
I'd rather hear my uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat
I'd rather hear my uzi, I'd rather hear my uzi
[Verse 1: Gangsta Pat]
Well I'm that murderer cap peeler, creepin' up from behind
With nothin' but murder
I'm killin' at will and peelin' them caps with my nine
That nigga that's known to bust, with thrust
Rush you to the med with lead up in ya head
You bled and now you dead
I creeps around, I found the clown
I'm down, the sounds, arounds, the pound
Up on you in the M-town
Down with them stick-up boys
Don't let me catch you slippin' fool
Get ya for cash, move on your ass
Take you straight to jackin' school
I'll get hip niggas for they cash
Killin', stealin', dealin' on they ass
Rat-a-tat-a-tat my gat
Runnin', gunnin', comin' up real fast
Blast with the quickness, nobody knows who I might kill next
Samoan effects, then Rex Flex, collectin' off them crazy checks
Niggas they wanna run up, but they know they can't fade me
'Cause I keep a gat in my stash with a clip, and I'm ready to rip
If they trip and talk shit, I'ma put a slug dead in they ass
Oh, I'm so buck, don't give a fuck, I'm ready to hurt a
Nigga that figure he's bigger
I pull the trigger, and commit murder
I'd rather hear my uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat
I'd rather hear my uzi, I'd rather hear my uzi
I'd rather hear my uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat
I'd rather hear my uzi, I'd rather hear my uzi
[Verse 1: Gangsta Pat]
Well I'm that murderer cap peeler, creepin' up from behind
With nothin' but murder
I'm killin' at will and peelin' them caps with my nine
That nigga that's known to bust, with thrust
Rush you to the med with lead up in ya head
You bled and now you dead
I creeps around, I found the clown
I'm down, the sounds, arounds, the pound
Up on you in the M-town
Down with them stick-up boys
Don't let me catch you slippin' fool
Get ya for cash, move on your ass
Take you straight to jackin' school
I'll get hip niggas for they cash
Killin', stealin', dealin' on they ass
Rat-a-tat-a-tat my gat
Runnin', gunnin', comin' up real fast
Blast with the quickness, nobody knows who I might kill next
Samoan effects, then Rex Flex, collectin' off them crazy checks
Niggas they wanna run up, but they know they can't fade me
'Cause I keep a gat in my stash with a clip, and I'm ready to rip
If they trip and talk shit, I'ma put a slug dead in they ass
Oh, I'm so buck, don't give a fuck, I'm ready to hurt a
Nigga that figure he's bigger
I pull the trigger, and commit murder
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