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Lil B – Murder Rate lyrics
Glock. 45, it’ll make your dreads shake
Buy a couple guns, let’s up the murder rate
Girl, bend over, put the dick in your face
If you don’t twerk, we gon’ up the murder rate
Do a drive by with the guns in the car
Shoot up them suckers, yeah, they brains on the floor
Still go dumb with the gun in my pants
Break one condition, if you don’t dance
If you in the club or if you at a party
Pull the guns out, let’s get it started
Who gon’ get shot? Who gon’ get shot?
Who gon’ get left with they brains on top?
We never tell, we don’t call the cops
Snitches get stitches that’s off top
(Yes)
Up the murder rate, up the murder rate
Up the murder rate, up the murder rate
Up the murder rate, up the murder rate
Up the murder rate, up the murder rate
Come here, girl, let me whisper in your ear
Bitch, I got this gun and you might get killed
Take your clothes off, take your clothes off
Yeah, I got a gun, you gon’ take a loss
Bulletproof vest, riding around Oakland
With the guns in the back, doing a high-speed
Then pullover, if you get scared, don’t come into the party
Still in the club with the guns and the money
Throwing out hundreds so strippers like this
If she don’t dance, I’mma shoot that bitch
Shout out to the army, bustin’ niggas heads
You. S Navy with the infrared
I’mma still bring my gun to the club
I’mma still party every night with the thugs
Fuck rapping, I’mma get it trapping
Up the murder rate, up the murder rate
Up the murder rate, up the murder rate
Up the murder rate, up the murder rate
Up the murder rate, up the murder rate
(Free all the killers)
Ay man if you locked up right now
(Free all the felons)
I need you to riot up in that motherfucker
(Free all the gangstas)
Ay everybody (Free Chicago)
Bring that bitch down right now
(Free Africa)
Ay we in this bitch, like I said..
(Free Palestine)
We getting it big
(Free North Korea)
We doing it so fuckin’ big tonight
(Free Sri Lanka)
Get money, let’s go
(Free Iraq)
Free the fuckin’ world (Up the murder rate)
(Free Ukraine) (Up the murder rate)
Rock it to the top
(Free Egypt) (Up the murder rate)
.. All fuckin’ day
(Free the whole world) (Up the murder rate)
Westside all day
West side
(Free Jamaica) (Up the murder rate) (Stop the evil)
We rockin’ man
(Stop the evil) (Up the murder rate)
Shout out Collipark
(Up the murder rate) (Up the murder rate)
Based God ay
Buy a couple guns, let’s up the murder rate
Girl, bend over, put the dick in your face
If you don’t twerk, we gon’ up the murder rate
Do a drive by with the guns in the car
Shoot up them suckers, yeah, they brains on the floor
Still go dumb with the gun in my pants
Break one condition, if you don’t dance
If you in the club or if you at a party
Pull the guns out, let’s get it started
Who gon’ get shot? Who gon’ get shot?
Who gon’ get left with they brains on top?
We never tell, we don’t call the cops
Snitches get stitches that’s off top
(Yes)
Up the murder rate, up the murder rate
Up the murder rate, up the murder rate
Up the murder rate, up the murder rate
Up the murder rate, up the murder rate
Come here, girl, let me whisper in your ear
Bitch, I got this gun and you might get killed
Take your clothes off, take your clothes off
Yeah, I got a gun, you gon’ take a loss
Bulletproof vest, riding around Oakland
With the guns in the back, doing a high-speed
Then pullover, if you get scared, don’t come into the party
Still in the club with the guns and the money
Throwing out hundreds so strippers like this
If she don’t dance, I’mma shoot that bitch
Shout out to the army, bustin’ niggas heads
You. S Navy with the infrared
I’mma still bring my gun to the club
I’mma still party every night with the thugs
Fuck rapping, I’mma get it trapping
Up the murder rate, up the murder rate
Up the murder rate, up the murder rate
Up the murder rate, up the murder rate
Up the murder rate, up the murder rate
(Free all the killers)
Ay man if you locked up right now
(Free all the felons)
I need you to riot up in that motherfucker
(Free all the gangstas)
Ay everybody (Free Chicago)
Bring that bitch down right now
(Free Africa)
Ay we in this bitch, like I said..
(Free Palestine)
We getting it big
(Free North Korea)
We doing it so fuckin’ big tonight
(Free Sri Lanka)
Get money, let’s go
(Free Iraq)
Free the fuckin’ world (Up the murder rate)
(Free Ukraine) (Up the murder rate)
Rock it to the top
(Free Egypt) (Up the murder rate)
.. All fuckin’ day
(Free the whole world) (Up the murder rate)
Westside all day
West side
(Free Jamaica) (Up the murder rate) (Stop the evil)
We rockin’ man
(Stop the evil) (Up the murder rate)
Shout out Collipark
(Up the murder rate) (Up the murder rate)
Based God ay
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