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letra de mo murder - gangsta pat

i’d rather hear my uzzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat
i’d rather hear my uzzi, i’d rather hear my uzzi x2

well i’m that murderer cap peeler
creepin’ up from behind
want nothing but murder i’m k!llin’ at will and then peelin’ them caps with my nine
that n-gga’ that’s known to bust with thrust rush you to the med
with lead up in ya head you bled and now you dead
i creep surround
i found the clown
i’m down the sounds arounds the pound
up on you in the m-town
down with them stick-up boys
don’t let me catch you slippin’ fool
get ya for cash move on your -ss
take you straight to jackin’ school
i’ll get hit n-ggas for their cash
k!lla’s stealin’ dealin’ on they -ss
rat-a-tat-tat my gat
runnin’ gunnin’ commin’ up real fast
blast with the quickness n0body knows who i might k!ll next
samoan effects then rex flex, collecting off them crazy checks
n-ggas they wanna run up
but they know they can’t fade me
cause i keep a gat in my stash
with a clip and i’m ready to rip
if they trip and talk sh-t
i’ma put a slug dead in they -ss
ho i’m so buck don’t give a f-ck i’m ready to hurt a
n-gga that figure he’s bigger by pullin’ the trigger and commit murder

i’d rather hear my uzzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat
i’d rather hear my uzzi, i’d rather hear my uzzi x4

i’m just a crazy n-gga that’s out for the gravy
ain’t nothin’ of worth that can save me
i feel for whoever betrays me
i stays free of busta -ss n-ggas and ho’s, b-tches too
which is true
this is too
hard for you n-ggas that try to talk sh-t you get st-tches too

i’ll bust a cap in your -ss so ain’t no tellin’ when i’m on a k!llin’ spree
i’m no one you better think twice if you don’t i’ma blast when you f-ck with me
i keep a 9 by my side when i ride cause i like to commit homicide
n-ggas try to hide
but they see me finna slide the clip’n rip that -ss open wide

buckin’ and buckin’ got n-ggas dodgin’ and duckin’
my trigger fingers gettin’ buck and then see my victim he’s stuck
in a bad spot cause the glock went pop when i dropped that b-tch to the ground so, i’m finna ball cause i never just stall when i murder on the down low

n-ggas talk sh-t like a b-tch and i pitch a fit cause it’s real vital
they knowing that i’m going all out when i pull that 9 and get homicidal and start k!llin’ hard
f-ck up and i’ma hurt ya
i’m dealin’ and ill’n
and wheelin’ and dealin’ my heart for that mother f-ckin’ murder

i’d rather hear my uzzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat
i’d rather hear my uzzi, i’d rather hear my uzzi x4

well i’m a psychopathic lunatic
still got b-tches up on my d-ck
i’m knowin’ they going and flowin’ and showin’ they ho’n and growin’up on that trick
i stuck to the night with my gat and my mask
ready to make a sting on that -ss
ready to catch you runnin’ with rush from the cops with a knot coming up to the pad
pull out my 9 buck you one time
empty the whole clip in ya head
fill you with lead
leave for dead
you try to stay up but i put you to bed
i’m the n-gga that’s known for packin’ the tone whenever it’s on
i’m ready to bone to peel me some dome, trick
you through if i catch you alone
sharks messin’ can’t even phase me with a blade when i’m in a rage
i’m makin’ front page and packing my gauge
it looks like my cage when i’m up on stage
doing my thang cause that’s how i hang
i chill with my gang cause we all slang
deep in the game you know my name
never no shame whenever i bang

i’m just a bad mother f-cker sucker
cutters are even afraid of me i’m paid to be this way you see
i stay a g in reality
so run up and i’ma shoot fast on your -ss when i hurt ya
i blast you in the past
you’ll never last
with the mother f-ckin’ murder

i’d rather hear my uzzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat
i’d rather hear my uzzi, i’d rather hear my uzzi x4
i’d rather hear my uzzi

- gangsta pat

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