[Pre-Chorus: Buckshot]
Murderer, murderer, murderer, murderer
Murderer, murderer, murderer, murderer
Murderer, murderer, murderer, murderer
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
[Chorus: Buckshot & D.O.N.]
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Now it's a nigga all on the dick
Of the six double six mafia
Niggas pull them triggers, let him feel the lead
It's a pimp type nigga but you don't understand me
A TEC medallion on my rope, a TEC Ruger in my hand, G
Shootin' on these suckers, who got anna
Because I won't produce them a track
So I react, by puttin' a bullet in they back
These niggas got problems, let it be known, hoe
My .380'll solve 'em, like a psychiatrist
And yo', this nigga be jealous when they see, how strong my pimpin' be
Pick the hoe one day, the next day, she's workin' the street
I got game for 'em, because these busters so lame
It ain't a thang, man, for me to work a bitch, man
I got money in my pocket, from these hoes, that I got
Been about my busi-ness, peepin' inside my fat stack
The TEC-9 makin' these motherfuckers panic
Held in the hand, by a psychopathic, schizophrenic
Murderer, murderer, murderer, murderer
Murderer, murderer, murderer, murderer
Murderer, murderer, murderer, murderer
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
[Chorus: Buckshot & D.O.N.]
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Now it's a nigga all on the dick
Of the six double six mafia
Niggas pull them triggers, let him feel the lead
It's a pimp type nigga but you don't understand me
A TEC medallion on my rope, a TEC Ruger in my hand, G
Shootin' on these suckers, who got anna
Because I won't produce them a track
So I react, by puttin' a bullet in they back
These niggas got problems, let it be known, hoe
My .380'll solve 'em, like a psychiatrist
And yo', this nigga be jealous when they see, how strong my pimpin' be
Pick the hoe one day, the next day, she's workin' the street
I got game for 'em, because these busters so lame
It ain't a thang, man, for me to work a bitch, man
I got money in my pocket, from these hoes, that I got
Been about my busi-ness, peepin' inside my fat stack
The TEC-9 makin' these motherfuckers panic
Held in the hand, by a psychopathic, schizophrenic
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