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letra de murdur - gangsta pat

[intro: gangsta pat]
yeah, o.j. murder story remix, mothaf-cka
hahahahahaha
drop that sh-t

[verse: gangsta pat]
i’m on my way out to california, brickwood is my destination
i’m pickin’ up two ki’s, gotta make that cheese, ain’t no hesitation
fresh off the highway, gotta get back up to the main intersection
this busta ass n-gga
done f-cked around and gave me wrong directions
i’m lost like a mothaf-cka
better get some information quick
i kept on ballin’ for a minute, then i spot this b-tch
this hoe was so fine, mane, big titties, she was good to go
a nice lil’ blonde b-tch, with skin that was white as snow
i said “what’s your name, b-tch?”
she said her name was nicole
i said “where you headin’?”
she said “with you if you let me roll”
“sh-t, hop in, b-tch, you ain’t said sh-t but a word”
i made a u-turn so fast, ran my ass on the f-ckin’ curb
we got to her crib, i said to myself “this b-tch is livin’ swell”
f-ck them two ki’s, mane, i need to hit this b-tch, she bailed
i lit up a swisher, and i looked on the wall and said “oh, sh-t!”
“i know this ain’t who i think it is on this picture, b-tch”
i said “is this o.j.?”
that b-tch nodded her head yes
i hurry up and got up, and i kicked that b-tch in her f-ckin’ chest
“where you know this n-gga from? how you get this crib, b-tch?”
the b-tch said “i’m married to the n-gga, and he’s filthy rich”
at that very moment, i knew i had ran up on the stain
i kicked that b-tch again
and i reached in my draws, and pulled out that thang
put it up to that b-tch head
and i said to myself “i’mma get paid at last”
“b-tch, i’mma k!ll you if you don’t take me straight to your stash!”
we headed up stairs, and i had that glock to the b-tch dome, right
i can feel that hoe tremblin’, with her body so full of fright
we got to the b-tch room
and i slammed that hoe down on the floor
i started to rape her, but i heard this strange knock at the door
now who could this be, f-cking up my stain?
they must be served
i told that b-tch “shhhh, be quiet, don’t say a f-ckin’ word”
i bail downstairs, and i looked at the window, and i seen this trick
he f-ckin’ up my stain, so i better get rid of this n-gga quick
i opened up the door, and i said “come in, let me take your coat”
when he turned his head, i stuck him twice and i slit his throat
i dragged his body into this room, and i locked the door
i blew back upstairs to get finished rapin’ on that ho
when i got back to the room
that b-tch had vanished without a trace
i heard some glass breakin’, that b-tch led me on a chase
i chased that b-tch down the stairs
to the front door and i beat her down
i stuck on that b-tch until her bl–dy body hit the ground
i slit that b-tch throat, as well, and i bail from the murder scene
i’m back on the highway ballin’, i done made my getaway clean
[outro: gangsta pat]
yeah, hahahaha
innocent mothaf-cka, hahahaha
we on in this b-tch
and i’ll see you in h-ll
hahahahahahaha
yeah

- gangsta pat

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