<< Murderer 2 >>
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--- Mystikal
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Mothafuckin' murderer x2
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Murdered my sister
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the only thing ?I'm tryin to tell? is to take it to that nigga
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get that mutherfucker what I tell myself
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make that mutherfucka feel what Chell felt
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heavenly father but ?your will? to bring them tears to her eyes
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fuck the fussin and the fights why she have to die
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couldn't ?beleive my baby? to leave away from here so goddamn early
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I tried to tell her that nigga was bad news but she ain't heard me
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fact was that she love this bitch
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but she found love on the graveyard shift
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and how many ? mutherfuckin' quick lift, or spliff, on the fifth
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find my baby sister she ain't deserve that shit
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nigga you couldn't of, nigga you wouldn't
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put your hand on a women, how could it be my sister
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can't say I wouln't miss her
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but I wouln't forget cha
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get that bitch for every time he hit ya
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he gone pay for what he did ya
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MURDER!
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Motherfuckin Murderer x3
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possesed that nigga that hurt her
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100% black queen self ?every women?
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nigga you lost your fuckin' life when you took hers from her
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you took her from her brothers
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and her baby mother from her
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but after its said and done your ass gone burn like its summer
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even ?a fuck? bout a system
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sister was your victim
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fuck he said he didi it
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what the fuck you mean your being a victim
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fuck him, I'll get 'em
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be that nigga to deal with him
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cut him and split him, reverse that feelin'
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commited ?mutherfuckin? centuries under my ceilin'
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the paper said lacerations to her ? what did the killin'
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but thats on my first born to make him my first blood
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nigga you took her from her fuckin' close friends and first cous'
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she would probably miss my partner she was cool with
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? multiplied by the people she went to school with
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never the less, rest my sweet sister
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?I'm about to? handle this buisness
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get that thing and kiss ya picture
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heavenly fatherhe done put me in that water
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but I got to get theat bitch for what he did to my momma daughter
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never dreamed he'd be the one to hurt her
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she died a bloody murder
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MURDER!
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Motherfuckin' Murderer x4
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into the tick-tock of the wee hour
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shit started to get sour
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she was killed by that fuckin' coward
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how could nothin' take so much and
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no more was uppin' no more huggin'
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but his conciense know the truth so he fucked up and
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her memories was all that was left so to that I'm clutchin'
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she was taken out of your reach now you can't touch her
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unfortunatly also taken from us so we gotta sufer
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?dabalin'? down to that last supper
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gotta hustle
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feelin' my album shake the devil up
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reconstruct this motherfucka
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I never slowed down just throw it down like I know how
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thought I do it like she would have wanted me to do it
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I still can't believe I lost her in the worst way
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she died wearin' my very first T-shirt on my birthday
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now what the fuck I'm supposed to celebrate
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would have celebrated if I caufgt his ass
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but I got in my ?bed? and its too late
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everybody gotta roll they must play
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no hollerin' when to pray
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but this mutherfucka gotta pay
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there will be no reasonable excuse for what you've done
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even ignored him when he started stealin' from me
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cause them was crumbs
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a raindrop to a river
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huh, a sinner to a christian
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a holler to a whisper
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she was the sole reason that I got along wich ya
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but I'm a never heal from the scars of what you did to my sister
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MURDERER!
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Motherfuckin' Murderer x6
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Murder 2
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Mystikal |