Mr. Magic - Murder lyrics

Mr. Serv-On: Say young Ken'oe Give a little something I can f**ing roll to Some murderous type sh** I got a little something on my chest and I gots to get it off See n***as playing, you wanna play? Y'all think we slow down here, tell you what Ken'oe, we gonna turn my Naw wait Ken'oe, Ken'oe, hold up I got something, stay the f** right here Stay the f** right here Magic: Serv, Serv on, Serv, say bro, let's go bro I just saw them n***as bro Let's go get them stupid a** motherf**ing n***as (Chorus) Murder, Murder, where they at?, (ah sh**) I see em' (there dey go) (there dey go) Murder, Murder, pa** me them thangs, I'm gonna get em' (pa** me them thangs) (let me get em') Mr. Serv-On: See me, I'm a little n***a And I ain't never had sh**, but now I'm the best So ain't sh** for me to give it all up For this motherf**ing tank, around my f**ing chest When y'all see it, y'all see diamonds and gold When I see it, I see a bunch of rowdy motherf**ers just (???) See the colonel, he don't start no sh**, but wait a minute You motherf**ing talking about the motherf**ing tank, this n***a love Me most of all, so watch this n***a finish We like to go scrap for scrap, blow for blow When I see you n***a, I told you I was gonna get you I don't give a f** about you or your hoe Cause I'm the type of n***a that's gonna finish this sh** I go from town to town, if I want to f** you up n***a I slap you and your motherf**ing b**h See talk about n***as down south, we slow, (what's happening) But watch me wake up n***a And I'm gonna show what we do n***a, what up, you wanna go? Chorus 4x Magic: Yo, you better back the f** off me If you know me then you know my rap I be that step on your chest, until you lose your f**ing breath b**h, I huff, and I puff, until you shiver in fear You looking for that Bulldoser, Mr. Magic is here Now who want to test me?(Wha?), Who can the best be?(Who?) Who from that lower 9, a lot of f**ing gra** be Who do them b**hes be jocking and flocking round to come see Who got them thug n***as jumping (Magic!), that's me Hi, what happening, have y'all seen me in them videos Floss around with a lot of hoes, smoking on that fire doja sh**, you can come over here if you wanna, you's a gonner I don't need no pistol b**h, I'll put these f**ing hands on ya! Chorus 4x Mr. Serv-On: See I call myself a soldier, y'all call me a thug f**ing young Silkk told me be the f** you gonna be, f** the love I (???) my tank, I only want love from n***as doing time(25 to life) sh** n***a, keep doing your push-up's I'm gonna keep busting these b**hes, that hate my kind Some b**hes told me when you see us, y'all gonna start busting n***a, I heard that sh** before n***a my baby cry, my old lady at home [f** for show] See n***a I got Pampers to buy My little nephew need a new pair of shoes So n***a f** you, the magazines, and the motherf**ing news Y'all n***as make albums, put em' out, and they don't sell (that ain't my fault) I met a n***a two weeks ago Put em' out now n***a and this n***a got million dollar stories to tell I f** with a n***a named P with gold teeth in his mouth And a n***a like C-Murder who love the motherf**ing south So what the f** y'all 'bout? Chorus 4x