Juicy J - Murderers & Robbers lyrics

[Hook] Murderer, robber Psychopathic, schizophrenic Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a n***as a** off [Verse 1: DJ Paul] Now it's a n***a all on the dick Of the six double six Mafia n***as pull them triggas Let him feel the lead It's a pimp type n***a But you don't understand me A Tec medallion on my rope A Tec ruger in my hang, g Shootin' on these s**ers who got anna Because I won't produce them a track So I react by puttin' a bullet in they back These n***as got problems, let it be known, ho My .380'll solve 'em, like a psychiatrist And yo this n***a be jealous when they see How strong my pimpin' be Pick the ho one day, the next day she's workin' the street I got game for 'em because these busters so lame It ain't a thing man for me to work a b**h man I got money in my pocket from these hoes that I got Been about my busi-ness, peepin' inside my fat stack This Tec-9 makin' these motherf**ers panic Held in the hand by a psychopathic schizophrenic [Hook] [Verse 2: Lord Infamous AKA Scarecrow] My name is Lord Infamous Chainsaw blades grind down to the gristle Stab you in your motherf**ing face or hizzead with the chisel Pistols, knives, n***as lives ain't worth a nickel Slice, blind eyes, Antichrist with the sickle Scarecrow, demonic schizophrenic hell dweller Pieces of decomposed bodies they fill up the bloody drawers down in my cellar I need to quit drinking the liquor and chiefin' the blizzunts That's full of the reefer and we are the intoxicated suspects It may be all the reasons why I feel these n***as must bleed The evil seed, dead vultures in the trees Intense pain, black razors in the breeze Degrees, 600 Fahrenheit 66 Celsius Lord Infamous the Scarecrow Stab my pitchfork in your guts Don't hide just because Lucifer is coming He knows all your secrets, no escape so why you running? But you's a gangster motherf**er, prove that sh** you sell My name is Lord Infamous fool and I sleep in hell [Hook] [Verse 3: Project Pat] I'm the one you don't f** with so don't even try me A motherf**ing soldier, you gon' have to k** me k** me you b**h a** boy that's what I said A murderer, robber, I'll stab you in your head I'm realistic to the god damn bone You say you got a gang? Goddammit bring it on Cause n***as trip me out always trying to playin' that they hard Ridin' around the hood shootin' up a n***a's car A car ain't alive and a car ain't the n***a You sayin' I'mma die? Motherf**er pull the trigga I figured you's a ho when I first caught you slippin' Fool it's Project Pat and I'm game for a k**in' Now thinkin' I'mma run, that's a stupid a** mistake You say you got a gun, I got a gun and I ain't fake I'll take all the time that it takes this ain't a try Cause when I catch your a**, lame n***a you gon' die [Hook]