Redrum
I'm a killer murking everything in my path
And I ain't got no time to be wasting
I ain't got a lot of time got a lot on my mind
And keep it real man I'm running out patience
I'm just a down souf younging with a hunger for more
Every day in the trenches so my whole-body sore
I ain't selling no crack I ain't selling no gas
On the road to the Garden if it takes my last
God made me unique Gina need a boutique
Get my bruh out the streets Donate a few cleats
I'm making boss moves baby with my people right beside me
My prayer every day is that God please provide
With the strength and the hustle and the mind and the muscle
I ain't shooting nobody cause they worth the scuffle
Do 25 years for someone I don't like
Man my mama wanna see my name in lights
Kill kill kill murder murder murder
Kill kill kill murder murder murder
Kill kill kill murder murder murder
Kill kill kill murder murder murder
I'm a killer murking everything in my path
And I ain't got no time to be wasting
I ain't got a lot of time got a lot on my mind
And keep it real man I'm running out patience
So 1st of all baby let me gone set the record straight
When I speak of killing I ain't adding to the murder rate
I'm killing the obstacles killer of doubt
Successfully killing people with my name in they mouth
I'm a boss and you gone treat me as such I'm fire like a dutch
I motivate the weakest link to hit a shot in the clutch
Spoon fed rappers I rose out the concrete
I'm A Jr. Baby Only two Gone Son ME
Word to my mother that's word to jehovah
Everyday that I wake I feel I get a Lil closer
Do 25 years for someone I don't like
Man my mama wanna see my name in lights
Kill kill kill murder murder murder
Kill kill kill murder murder murder
Kill kill kill murder murder murder
Kill kill kill murder murder murder
I'm a killer murking everything in my path
And I ain't got no time to be wasting
I ain't got a lot of time got a lot on my mind
And keep it real man I'm running out patience
I'm a killer murking everything in my path
And I ain't got no time to be wasting
I ain't got a lot of time got a lot on my mind
And keep it real man I'm running out patience
And I ain't got no time to be wasting
I ain't got a lot of time got a lot on my mind
And keep it real man I'm running out patience
I'm just a down souf younging with a hunger for more
Every day in the trenches so my whole-body sore
I ain't selling no crack I ain't selling no gas
On the road to the Garden if it takes my last
God made me unique Gina need a boutique
Get my bruh out the streets Donate a few cleats
I'm making boss moves baby with my people right beside me
My prayer every day is that God please provide
With the strength and the hustle and the mind and the muscle
I ain't shooting nobody cause they worth the scuffle
Do 25 years for someone I don't like
Man my mama wanna see my name in lights
Kill kill kill murder murder murder
Kill kill kill murder murder murder
Kill kill kill murder murder murder
Kill kill kill murder murder murder
I'm a killer murking everything in my path
And I ain't got no time to be wasting
I ain't got a lot of time got a lot on my mind
And keep it real man I'm running out patience
So 1st of all baby let me gone set the record straight
When I speak of killing I ain't adding to the murder rate
I'm killing the obstacles killer of doubt
Successfully killing people with my name in they mouth
I'm a boss and you gone treat me as such I'm fire like a dutch
I motivate the weakest link to hit a shot in the clutch
Spoon fed rappers I rose out the concrete
I'm A Jr. Baby Only two Gone Son ME
Word to my mother that's word to jehovah
Everyday that I wake I feel I get a Lil closer
Do 25 years for someone I don't like
Man my mama wanna see my name in lights
Kill kill kill murder murder murder
Kill kill kill murder murder murder
Kill kill kill murder murder murder
Kill kill kill murder murder murder
I'm a killer murking everything in my path
And I ain't got no time to be wasting
I ain't got a lot of time got a lot on my mind
And keep it real man I'm running out patience
I'm a killer murking everything in my path
And I ain't got no time to be wasting
I ain't got a lot of time got a lot on my mind
And keep it real man I'm running out patience
Credits
Writer(s): Larry Gresham
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