Murder 2

(Muthafuckin murderer)
 Muthafuckin murderer
 Murdered my sister
 Come on dey tryin ta tell a bitch to
 Take it ta dat nigga
 Get dat muthafuckin wit a terrormizer
 Make dat muthafucker feel what 'Chelle felt
 Havin a 40 when she was well to bring them tears ta her eyes
 Fuck the fusses and the fights
 Why'd she have to die
 Couldn't been able to pull evil away from me so god damn early
 I tried ta tell her dat nigga was bad news but she ain't heard me
 Fact was dat she loved dis bitch
 But she found love on da graveyard shift
 And all these large muthafuckas quicklifters spliffs wit dem
 Found my baby stiff
 She ain't deserve dat shit
 Nigga you couldn't of
 Nigga you wouldn't of
 Put yo hand on a woman
 Who happened ta be my sister
 Can't say I won't miss her
 But I won't forget ya
 Get dat bitch for every time dat he hit ya
 He gonna pay for what he did to ya
 Murderer!
 (Chorus x3)
 MUTHAFUCKIN MURDERER!
 (Verse-2)
 What possesed a nigga to hurt 100% black queen so verbal
 Nigga you lost your fuckin life when you took her bro
 Took her from brothers and her baby mother from her
 But if I happen to see you god yo ass gon burn like the summer
 You don't give a fuck about a sister
 A sister was yo victim
 Fuck he said he did it
 What the fuck you mean you can't convict him
 Fuck it
 I'll get him
 I'll be da nigga ta deal wit him
 And cut him and split him and reverse dat feelin
 Commit multiple sinnins under my ceilin
 The paper said dat's racist to her tribute
 Were they at the killin
 But after havin first born ta make him my first blood
 Nigga you took off from my fuckin close friends and first cuz
 What's the problem is my partna
 She was cool wit him
 His by the beat multiplied cuz
 B she went to school wit him
 But never the less rest my
 Sweet sister
 If I'm about ta handle this buisness
 Get that thing and kiss your picture
 Get me farther he done pulled me in dat water
 I got ta get dat bitch for what he did to my mama daughter
 Never dreamed he be da one ta hurt her
 She died in bloody murder
 Murder!
 (Chorus x4)
 (Verse-3)
 And to the tick-tock of the wee hour
 Shit started ta get sour
 She was killed by that fuckin coward
 How could nothin
 Take so much and
 No more wuzzupin
 No more huggin
 But his conscience knows the truth so he fucked up and
 My memory is what was left
 So to that I clutchin
 She was takin out of your reach now you can't touch her
 Unfortunatly also taken away from us so
 We gotta suffer
 Damn we down ta the last supper
 Gotta hustle
 Feelin my album shake the devil
 Reconstruct this muthafucka
 I never slowed down jus throwed down like I know how
 But I do like she would have wanted me to do it
 I still can't beleive I lost her in the worst way
 She died wearin my very first T-shirt on my birthday
 Now what the fuck I'm s'posed ta celebrate
 For the celebratin bout ta gun his ass
 But I got in my pad a little too late
 Everybody got a role dey must play
 No power wit da pray
 But this muthafucka gotta pay
 There be no frickin exscuse for what you done
 Even ignored him when he started stealin from me
 Cuz dem was crumbs
 A rain drop to a river, huh
 A sin to a christian
 A holla to a whisper
 She wuz the sole reason that I got along wit ya
 But I'ma never heal from the scars of what you did to my sister
 Murderer!
 (Chorus til fade)