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Keith Murray - Say Goodnite lyrics
Now get'em Yeah, we gonna set shit straight All y'all niggaz out there, let me tell you something right now None of y'all niggaz dont't know me You crazy, punk ass nigga Hiding behind the microphone (Y'all ready for this) [VERSE 1] Yo, you's a lying fronting fake ass thug everybody know it You pussy and I'm just the one to show it word to everything I love and don't love This nigga ran from me one night after the club y'all And I'm very hard core I live out my metaphors Don't ask me what happened just go ask that nigga jaw I'll tear your roof off sucker punk motherfucker I'll rush you, crush you, RIGHT?! This is a constant reminder for you to keep shit straight Stab you, throw you overboard faggot you dead weight Rest in peace to all those who thought I wouldn't do it Crack craniums is what you get for thinking stupid The bomb bazee kid is back in the house So all you punk niggaz go back in the house Violent as the bible, kill all my rivals With the two piece with the scope on top sniper rifle [CHORUS] So stop trying to see where your eyes can't follow Say goodnight to the world and goodbye to tomorrow You rave accuse, it's a must you get bust Were not to be fucked with toys ain't us [VERSE 2] And y'all niggaz ain't never hug no block like me Sold working to fiends and hustlers and shook the d's I ain't proud or bragging but it's plain to see Ain't half of y'all pussy come up like me I run in these streets from sun up to sun up You the type to get found in the back of the club stabbed up And with the hands you can't get none So you little bitch niggaz run for your guns I see caps gotta get peeled Some of them niggaz gotta die to show the rest that shit is real And you know how it's done son They pop a lot of shit, then finger fuck the phone 911 Yeah, so duck me when you step in the place Cause I'll spread that nose all over your face Niggaz always wanna try to talk it out too late Hit you with the dirty 30 and crack your chest plate [CHORUS] [VERSE 3] And fuck critiquing what I got what I say and do Fuck him them niggaz and all of you Yeah and while popping your gums I hope you feel rich When you done you can eat the peanuts out my shit I'll rock you maggot redrum faggot Drink come maggot you can't do me no damage I'll shank your think tank Make you drink blood bitch take off them fatigues and put on something pink I'll wake ALL UP with the 16 inch gig bone handle, oh my lord And then I'll chop ALL UP with the double edge 50 inch sir gladiators what's that a sword, sneak up on you quite like a killer in the house Put the barrel in your mouth boom, blow your brains out Got talkers we doers Catch you in the back retire you from running like Carl Lewis And I ain't going back to jail, hell no Put me in your mix I'm taking you to hell, lets go [CHORUS] Yeah, no more battle and no more battlin You have been officially token out Go wipe your ass, you piss bags, scallywags Yeah, all motherfuckers stab crushing niggaz Nigga Sye Diggy, hell pity My nigga Digie Grand, B.L All you up there crushing up niggaz Big Africa ??? see you up in there too baby ??? keep my whole street unit is for same, word Y'all niggaz know what time it is Stray crushing these niggaz (Y'all ready for this) |
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