Quelle - Murder Game lyrics

[Hook]x2 (Murder game) Playing on the 1-8-7 Bullets fly around this b**h 2-4-7 Make a homicide at a 2-11 Have a motherf**ing running straight towards heaven (Murder game) [Verse 1 : Danny Brown] Playing on the murder game play Show me where we is, n***a, show me where we at And ... We gonna find us where we at When the ... Let'em notice where we at And tell me where we is I'mma cop a couple shales Leave your stomach drippin' like an open lunchpale Run up on a n***a with the 4o, go BLOCKO! This n***a soft like a old hard taco (murder game) Just a bunch of n***a ... (gluten ?) SWATS and the jacks and the old n***a .... n***as get retired, everything a n***a lost Pay a n***a off, send him to the pay off ... a n***a over, when a shoot don't miss Irrespect, ... now walking with a limp Ain't a woman in a city for the lo And your mama cryin', that's a real loose-up [Hook]x2 [Verse 2 : Guilty Simpson] Blood up slave, home of the brave Gets no turn when your fat catch grenade (who?) I duct ... with a chopper and a swiss blade Smack a b**h n***a with a (papa ?) cause he b**h made I turn you frontyard Crimson h*mo You choke on Simpson come around like Romo My gun swiss cheese bozo ... I'm with your polo, whoop a** like bolo, oh no I must've lost it, dreams I'm not have any in my ... Shoot guns and toss it, be cautious f** your stare, ARs take your tops off like Tupperware I'm a motherf**ing problem, deal with it You can bring all your security and still get it Fools realize that their homeboys are not as hard Cause they f**in' body guards need a body guard [Hook]x2