Nastee - Murder Game lyrics

[Produced by: Statik Selektah] [Intro] Get him boy Get him boy Get him boy [Verse 1: Tek] I ain't having it don't try to give me dap I don't f** with rats if you take the pack Better bring that money back It's a simple fact, that the bill is scrapped With the milli mac, hit you with a rack It's a mummy wrap Haters jumping out got you frozen like a snapshot Drumroll your whole team the mascot Pure k**a, no filter hoover gang Real n***as never speak about our murder game [Verse 2: Young M.A] Crooklyn bullies, black hoodies Get fully loaded n***a, I smack p**y p**y p**y cat, come here p**y cat Pull that hoodie back We shooting first ain't no shooting back I like my b**hes from the hood Head tied with the doobie wrap She told me bring that big dog I told her bring that cootie cat 6 inch Ruger, 9 milli in that Louis bag Down that sh** I be quick to cop the tooly back [Verse 3: Tek] Bedford Stuyvesant, the livest one My barrel is thorough fill a cold burrow n***as on me, I'mma RIP 'em Put him on display let his homies see him This young boy think the game is soft Till they get they whole head knocked off My n***a shell shocked from the crack era 20 years later coming home together [Verse 4: Young M.A] This style is that really good sh** This that wish a n***a would sh** 2pac and Suge sh** Got a lot of n***as mad because the money's steady coming in When I pull my phone out them b**hes put they number in Automatic guns you can call my n***as drummer men And when they go burrrrahh, you see a bunch of running men If you ain't f**ing with M.A aye well f** 'em then The mixtape is coming that's a way to bring the summer in [Verse 4: Tek] 25 years with an L on it Put a closed eye no scale on it f** paid a quarter hope it come back If not guns out and we come back Still from day one all about the money Paranoid n***as so they move funny Taught a boy learn from the hand to hand d**h is life, you can die where you stand [Verse 5: Steele] I don't give a f**, not a motherf** Not a single solitary f** p**y cream when the pistol buck Keep a pistol tucked Come up missing when you riff with us f** the game, b**h I run the team the commissioner I'mma freak, I'mma vicious one Got some b**hes tougher than you n***as that will hit you up Tell the coroner, zip you up Pop a zip, tell a sensai roll a cinci up [Verse 6: Buckshot] Brooklyn, home of the official Motherf**ers comeing with a shock for your body tissue Probably miss you if you was somebody important Relevant rappers getting clapped in that black coffin That's often seen when I'm on the scene nah-mean? M.A said get him Buck, I get him with the team nah-mean? When I'm on the scene nah-mean? M.A said get him Buck, I get him with the team Get him boy feel what I'm spitting boy When the clip deploy n***as get destroyed RIP, now all I need is a clip of blow it in the crowd f** loud that ain't sh** to me n***a try it, you a joke no laughing But I'mma grab 'e see heads dying Feds eying shots firing BK the liars men b**h where I just went [Outro] Yea yea I buck 'em down, I buck em down I buck 'em down, I buck em down I buck 'em down