MURDER RATE

Murder, murder, murder, every time you see a man, murder, leave the body on the cutter, murder, murder, murder, murder man, murder one murder two murder three murder four murder more are you sure?
coming in and kick you door real killer from a early age go check the murder rate Jamaica yeah the first in place, you thought it was the perfect place and all you see is crazy face aiming at your face and when they leave without a trace don't care about the case setting waiting at you gate, to eat you f cake and send you to the Pearly Gates, ain't got no time to waste in this you got to give and take and then you love to hate I swear on mom I never break and this for all you snakes the stress and the yellow tape that come with belly ache in kingston is never safe you better say you Grace Gorilla in the monkey cage You know we love to spray and take away your confidence And push back your faith
Murder one Murder two Murder three Murder four Murder more Are you sure?
Coming in and kick you door Tuskegee, to tallassee Got them killers next to me Keep the chopper next to me Chopper look like centipede You don't wanna mess with me You can get the best of me End up in the cemetery Jamaica boy the recipe That's why your girl keep texting me Sleeping with the enemies Yeah they tryna set me up that what she keep on telling me run up on me nigga play this chopper like a Symphony they be asking questions see my face but don't remember me
Murder one Murder two Murder three Murder four Murder more Are you sure?
Coming in and kick You door what it do?
You know the drill They say you got to skin to live a tower Hill Growing up I seen a lot of things Being quiet is another thing Nigga head bust like Hankin rame take 9 like vitamin Why them pussy nigga keep on hiding man swing the chopper like Spiderman Tower Hill We don't give a damn



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Writer(s): Maurice Martin
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