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(Muthafuckin murderer) Muthafuckin murderer Murdered my sister Come on dey tryin ta tell a bitch to Take it ta dat nigga Get dat muthafuckin wit a terrormizer Make dat muthafucker feel what she felt Havin a 40 when she was well to bring them tears ta her eyes Fuck the fusses and the fights Why'd she have to die Couldn't been able to pull evil away from me so god damn early I tried ta tell her dat nigga was bad news but she ain't heard me Fact was dat she loved dis bitch But she found up on da graveyard shift And all these large muthafuckas quicklifters spliffs wit dem Found my babies stiff She ain't deserve dat shit Nigga you couldn't of Nigga you wouldn't of Put yo hand on a woman Who happened ta be my sister Can't say I won't miss her But I won't forget ya Get dat bitch for every time dat he hit ya He gonna pay for what he did to ya Murderer! [Chorus x3] MUTHAFUCKIN MURDERER! [Verse-2] What possesed a nigga to hurt 100% black queen so verbal Nigga you lost your fuckin life when you took her bro Took her from brothers and her baby mother from her But if I happen to see you god yo ass gon burn like the summer You don't give a fuck about a sister A sister was yo victim Fuck he said he did it What the fuck you mean you ain't gonna be a victim Fuck it I'll get him I'll be da nigga ta deal wit him And cut him and split him and reverse dat feelin Commit multiple sinnins under my ceilin The paper said dat's racist to her tribute Were they at the killin But after havin first born ta make him my first blood Nigga you took off from my fuckin close friends and first cuz What's the problem is my parta She was cool wit him His by the beat multiplied cuz B she went to school wit him But never the less rest my Sweet sister If I'm about ta handle this buisness Get that thing and kiss your picture Get me farther he done pulled me in dat water I got ta get dat bitch for what he did to my mama daughter Never dreamed he be da one ta hurt her She died in bloody murder Murder! [Chorus x4] [Verse-3] It's to the tick-tock of the wee hour She started ta get sour She was killed by that fuckin coward How could nothin Take so much and No more wuzzupin No more huggin But his conscience knows the truth so he fucked up and My memory is what is left So that is I clutchin She was takin out of your reach now you can't touch her I fortunatly also takin away his muscle We gotta suffer Damn we down ta the last supper Gotta hustle Feelin my album shake the devil We can start this muthafucka I never slowed down jus throwed down like I know how But I do like she would have wanted me to do it If you think you can't beleive I'm lost it in the worst way She died wearin my very first T-shirt on my birthday No what the fuck I smokin ta celebrate For the celebratin bout ta gun his ass But I got in my pad a little too late Everybody got a role dey must play No power wit da pray But this muthafucka gotta pay There be no frickin exscuse for what you done Even ignored him when he started stealin from me Cuz dem was crumbs A rain drop to a river, huh A sin to a christian A holla to a whisper She wuz the sole reason that I got along wit ya But I'ma never heal from the scars of what you did to my sister Murderer! [Chorus til fade] Get This Ringtone

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