Leroy "Precise" Edwards - Murderer lyrics

Chorus (Mystikal & Insane): repeat 2X [Insane] Guns murder n***as at night.... [Mystikal] Man, n***as even k** n***as at night [Insane] Cops murder n***as at night... [Mystikal] I'll be f**ed if I'm gonna let them b**hes murder mine!!! [Mystikal] Motherf**in murderer....shot my f**in brother But when I find him, I'm gone GET THAT MOTHERfu*kER! He playin the role of one them n***as that's always talkin noise Runnin INSIDE, talkin that sh**, front of his f**in boys f** that, I'm lockin that bolt back Loadin that gat, here that Glock come, [gunshot] Out'cha f**in' head... standin on the corner I'm peepin on ya, so I CAN CREEP UP ON YA!!!! Calmin my nerves, get rid of these punks and stick em in my mind You want it? Fine, I DONE REACHED FOR THAT NINE I'm gone do you in I'm tellin ya b**h you gone have to get up quick And hit the bricks before I do you in Two of your boys spied me comin Them coward-hearted n***as started runnin But not you though, you gots to play the hard role Stop playin it up like a bone, b*tch I KNOW YOU ARE Talkin head gonna put you on your d**hbed Just cuz you got a gat, that's just why you actin brave Got a gat I got a GLOCK, what'cha gone do? Handle your business, DON'T LET YOUR BUSINESS HANDLE YOU! Chorus [Mystikal] Pull your shirt down b**h I know you got a gat, but I ain't scared bout that bullsh** It don't matter how many f**in guns you got The only thing that MATTER, is a n***a, to get the first shot Cuz if I peep, that a** is fallin to the street b**h retreat or that a** is deeeeeeead meat Smack your teeth, but I'ma knock you off your f**in feet They gone pick you up, piece-by-piece off that concrete street When N.O. meet, who gives a f** about a poor neat scene? We got beef, so I'ma shoot'cha like a FAKE b*tch Let you know just who you f**in' with But I ain't that type of n***a That's liable to shoot you over no DUMB sh*t! If I'ma pop ya, I'ma pop ya for just cause You talk too much sh** PLUS, you popped one of my boys Gankin n***as I'm gettin downright SCANDOLOUS!!!! [gunfire] YOU CAN'T HANDLE THIS!!!! So when you're out b**h, move or I won't step Cuz if I catch'cha I'ma drill ya in your f**in chest I ain't gone gone ride by and pop, cause I might miss I'ma walk up to your FACE, Pop POINT BLANK b*tch!!! That's what you get, from out there tryin to go act bad Not even BRUCE LEE, could whoop a bullet a** Got'cha, come, get this a** whoopin If you bringing them n***as with ya, that's nothin I'm poppin' the clip in n***a fetcher, satisfied when you're on the stretcher You might run but I'ma CATCH 'EM!!!! Chorus [Mystikal] (Yo n***a you caught that b**h yet?) fu*k NO! I ain't caught that b**h yet I done been through every scandalous sight, and every project But I bet'cha, when I stop, runnin behind em Get up, pack my sh** and I'll STOP, and then I'll f**in find him Yo dumb a** in the street f** that sh**, cuz I'ma catch your a** this week Monday, a one day when you go play [alot of gunfire], goes the A.K Sprayin on his a** like a roach, and if I approach, too late to duck hoe Drop, run, fall, kick, scream, now curse How in the f** you gone duck a twelve round burst? Hammin at that a** on Tuesday, put up the nine Go get the A.K b**h if I catch you in the mall Wednesday That's the day that a** fall Then it might be Thursday, three round burst day The day I'm blood thirsty f** that, wait til FRIDAY, PAYDAY!!!! Shoot'cha in your face and take your money, J Now wait til the weekend, heh, yeah Saturday, that's the day you go CREEPIN But you better be watchin your back cuz I'm sneakin [door noise] Waitin for my chance to do your a** in I don't give a f** if it's on Sunday God gone have to forgive me, cuz I'ma shoot'cha in your head n***a Chorus