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letra de murda iz tha time (part 2) - grave plott

[intro: k!lla c and liquid -ss-ssan]
i told you once, now this is twice
believe me when i say there won’t be a thrice
i ain’t nice, i’m just giving you a chance to walk
so next time, shut your mouth, when your lips start to talk
i can’t believe this motherf-cker had the nerve to do it again
and i turned my head the first time like it wasn’t sh-t
you done f-cked up now, i’mma have to air you out
bring it to your house now, there’s nothing else to think about

[verse 1: krizz kaliko]
yeah, i let it go the first time, but now you’ve had it
my automatic at your dome, time for panic
and i’m [?] back at the house, [?] it out
get ready, i’m coming
first thing i see is your spouse
i swing and i’m knockin’ her out to keep her from running
look in the bedroom, it’s the two of us now
i can do what i do to people when i’m hunting them down
this sh-t erupted, corrupted the quiet boy, shut up
quit your cryin’ boy, i done told ya
now turn your punk -ss over

[chorus: krizz kaliko]
murder
you gotta gotta go, something’s gotta give
[?] murder
and now you done done it so now you hide [?]
murder
it starts right here, it stops right here
[?] murder
[?] murder [?]

[verse 2: krizz kaliko]
i hear them whispering, they coming to get me
but i keep my gun with me
but it all sounds iffy iffy
’cause when we face to face, you’re faced with payback
the sh-t you said way back gon’ make you lay flat

[verse 3: k!lla c]
you talking to my back like i can’t hear
what you don’t understand, everywhere i have an ear
i know when you’re nice, and i know when you’re naughty
kris kringle type of sh-t, ‘cept i cary a shotty

[verse 4: liquid -ss-ssan]
you p-ss-es got me at the point i’m ’bout to pull my f-cking pistol
i’mma press it to your temple, pop that sh-t and peal your tissue
all the times that you was talking never made an issue
it’s time to bring in the roses, i’ll make your family miss you
all the times you were facing me
the times you turned away from me
you’ll get that -ss burned
i’mma make the urn your place to be
here on, no fake in me
i know that you a snake i see
i’mma be a serpent waiting on my pray so patiently

[verse 5: liquid -ss-ssan]
i remember throwin’ you bucks
you came at me open hand
you don’t wanna be a man
hit me back, i don’t understand
i done hit you on your phone
you ain’t answering your calls
i done already lost my temper
putting fist holes in your walls

[verse 6: krizz kaliko]
dollar dollar bill, y’all
for my money, i will k!ll y’all
’bout to pull it, [?] full of bullets, they will fill y’all
and this is what i do to friends that turn to foes
that money that you owe’ll get you bl–dy clothes

[verse 7: k!lla c]
it started out with your actin’ little, kinda funny
and then it got deeper, when you started owing money
man, my brain bl–dy with the sh-t you brought to the table
worse than a fable, man’s weapon’s unstable
finger banging the trigger like it’s a hooker’s p-ssy
i told you punk b-tches that you don’t wanna push me
it’s way too late now, i’m out of control
throwing a grenade, so you f-ckin’ explode

- grave plott

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