Clika One - Murder Musica lyrics

[Brown] Murder musica Murder Mur-murder Murder musica Murder Mur-murder Murder musica Murder Mur-mur Murder musica Murder Mur-murder Murder musica [Bad Boy] Yeah Click One in the motherf**in' house Wicked Minds Lil' Rob It's murder music (Verse 1) [Brown] Homie, I'm strapped up with the clapper rappin' That's what happenin' Get hog tied in the booth for actin' Exposure for your rhyme book Funny how you sounded like me Surrounded with G's, with shaved heads Locs in them tee's We smokin' the trees Click One block Open in knees I'm Wicked as Wreck, take two to your neck, f**in' with these I walk on water Literally, n***as ain't feelin' me Until they see artillery, an infantry die industry [Lil' Rob] I remember when we used to play shoot 'em up, BANG BANG Gangbangin', motherf**er Our ways to hang you, motherf**er We the ones chasin' ya But was never losin' ya Speeding in the rhamfla Bumpin' murder musica Got a brand new nine, double end with hollow tippings Releasin' heat rocks Everytime that I pop the clip in Start duckin' When I start buckin' Cause I ain't givin' a f** when They're pushin' the wrong bu*tons, gettin' yourself into somethin' Chorus: Lil' Rob It's murder musica Something you pop your clip into Murder musica, homeboy, what you gonna do When us vatos Come after you And start shootin' ya Bumpin' murder musica, f** you It's murder musica Something you pop your clip into Murder musica, homeboy, what you gonna do When us vatos Come after you And start shootin' ya Bumpin' murder musica (Verse 2) [Wreck] Puerto Rican with a bad attitude 6'2", 240, so don't make me act a fool I'll be Droppin' fools if they disrespect And if you cross my path, then I You get a Wreck Got a wicked a** mind down to do the crime And if you owe this n***a money, then you runnin' out of time Te represento A diez y ocho de sur De Los Angeles Romero, tell 'em the rest [Romero] Don't make me have to pull my Motherf**in' mack out (Mack out) I'm blowin' motherf**er's Backs out (Backs out) You best to duck when you hear that sound (BUCK, BUCK) I'm comin' I'm runnin' Make murder musica Shoot up your car, gives a f** who you are Don't f** with the R to the O, you should already know And if wanna go to war, my whole army would go We brown with rage, roll around with .80 rounds in the kay To tear you to pieces f** it, I'll just bury you, breezy Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) [Chino Grande] I got murder on my mind, plus two holes in my clip I pull a W-H-I-Double T-I-E-R buis' We making daily contemplating over (???) your throats You motherf**ers tryin' to look me up the way when I'm dumpin' f** with something Ese, better know what we do Just play your grinds in firme, and it'll go all smooth I slang dope to survive, tried to open your eyes Hop back and spit co*k back and die [Bad Boy] Homie, I pop pills and guns on the daily basis Approachin' motherf**ers with those paly faces The case is I been on the flame impatient f** a DJ Don't let me get to name the stations So play my sh**, f*g I'll hold you for ransom I rock sh** like coke and grip mics like angus So speak and get stole on, f*g My flight flew It's proven to leave Rappers in graves, it's murder music [Lil' Rob] It's murder musica Something you pop your clip into Murder musica, homeboy, what you gonna do When us vatos Come after you And start shootin' ya Bumpin' murder musica