Y/Young Buck/This Is Murder Not Music feat. 50 Cent
[Verse 1: 50 cent] I'm on a hard bench, tryna' sleep in the pen Man, how the fuck did I get here again? First thing in a morning, it‘s the fuck shit They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch He told me do it, 1 click, you ain't tell me to do it You ain't a shooter, you a shermhead, you fuckin' loser I fly a kite, my little man cut his sister up He loves his bitch, you snatch her, he'll start switching up I'm cool, I just wait ‘til my next court date He better catch amnesia, then do this shit at leisure Surrounded by Bloods, Crips, Kings, and Netas Gemstars open niggas up like barettas I'm tryna' be easy But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared Jack A buck fifty, keep the change you can wear that
[Hook x2] This is murder this is not music I had your style 10 years ago I just didn't use it You niggas forgot how I do it Well I do it like there' nothin' to it
[Verse 2: Young Buck] Same night from the Vibe awards Still with me looking for new spinal cords Fuck your life and see the mind of yours Concrete floors, I still feel like i'm behind them doors I want war I'm Read up for Teed up I'm getting fast money but I need to speed up These Niggas kicking their feet up, just smoking their weed up Well Ima creep up with my heat up and make em freeze up Hold up Buck, ease up Put some bodies in a box from Maserati fox New York when I get there I need to hear a lot of shoots A couple chickens on a video vixen,send her on a mission and one sip in, i'll be missing Ok Listen, I'm hard headed Just one but you all get it my niggers all breaded its crum' just to beat the case I see death when I see your face And even at this pace ima still lead the race This is Young Buck
[Hook x2] This is murder this is not music I had your style 10 years ago I just didn't use it You niggas forgot how I do it Well I do it like there' nothin' to it
[Outro] Yeah, all I'mma do is this. I'mma keep countin' money I don't give a fuck if it make you sick to see a nigga win I'mma make you watch me win over and over again You already know what it is with me motherfucker This year, goddamn it, you motherfuckers is making me lose count man Gotta start this shit over, I'm licking my fingers I'm gettin'... I got 100 dollar bills, for real nigga All I'mma do is this man You hear that sound in the background? I'mma do this shit till my thumb get tired I'mma take a break when I get past your momma house nigga When I count more than your momma house I'mma take a break. Go get a new stack Hand me that money over there What we gon' do? All year long It's back to 50, you already know Get the money, and shut the fuck up Watch me do what I'm doin', cause niggas can't stop nothin' that I'm doin' Right after you get in the way We gon' start shooting again like it's nothing changed We went through that whole "Kumbaya my lord - let's be friends by the fire" It's over nigga Back to the script, you know how this shit go How much is that? Oooh, if you could see me right now I got a alligator on nigga! You, you think it should go different? See that's where you go wrong When you think... Who the fuck asked you to think nigga!? Now you stick to writing comments and tweeting And your hashtags and... You know what the fuck you do nigga Let me do what I doTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
