Murder
Silkk The Shocker/Master P/Big Ed Lyrics

y'all niggaz ready for this Silkk the Shocker shit?
Are you guys ready for this Silkk the Shocker music?

Switch! (claimin red and blue)
Switch your gang colors and stop claiming red or blue.

y'all niggaz bout it? Nigga be a leader not a follower
Are you guys ready for violence? Don't follow the crowd, be a leader.

(my muthafuckin TRU tatoo) Uuunnnggghhh!
My TRU tattoo is a symbol of my loyalty, and I will defend it with my life.

Chorus (2X): Murder, murder, murder, murder 187, cause I don't give a fuck
I embrace violence and death. 187 is the police code for murder, and I don't care about the consequences.

Well, it's time to ride, slide them niggaz that fucked up, they lucked up
It's time to seek revenge on my enemies by riding up on them and shooting them.

Seen them niggaz rollin in they cutlass I'm about act bad, no doubt, I'm a go in they house And if they home, I'm a blast, take them niggaz out Cause we be bout drama, no fuck that, we bout killin
I saw my enemies driving their car; I will act aggressively and enter their home to shoot them. I don't want drama, just murder.

Drama, fuck all that, stay real when it's time to peel Caps, no doubt, hah I check the house Cause I ain't gon be satisfied till all ya'll stressed out
Forget about drama, just be ready to shoot when it's time. I will check every room in their house, and I won't be satisfied until they are all dead.

That's a fuckin shame, I ain't gon be satisfied til I see blood, nigga
I'm very violent and will only be satisfied when my enemies are dead and I see blood.

What you think we was doin before we was rappin, we was drug dealers
Before we rapped, we were drug dealers.

You think I'm a let this shit slide cause I done got fame Fuck the name, I can't have shit in this fuckin game Without niggaz tryin to test nuts, tryin to act bad I'm a fuck you nigga you gon have a closed casket and I'm gon crack yo mask
No one should mistake my fame for weakness. I won't let anyone disrespect me. If they try to act tough, I will kill them and leave them with a closed casket and broken face.

You talkin shit, but, bitch, it's goin down See I was locked up for a second, but now I'm home now It's time for niggaz to get checked, they done pushed me to the limit I was a cool nigga, but now, it's only the beginnin
Stop talking and be prepared for a violent encounter. I just got out of prison, and it's time for my enemies to face the consequences for their actions. They've tested my patience, and it's only the beginning of their punishment.

It's time to ride, when it's time to slide, you die No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes
It's time to seek revenge, and if you resist, you will die. No questions asked.

Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just like a hurricane Choo-choo, shootin brains, killin Mr. Murder, mad Hustla, balla, Mr. fuckin Do-a-reporter Don't give a fuck about a bitch or a balla
I'm coming at my enemies with full force, ready to kill with no remorse. I don't care about anyone, not even women or successful people.

Break me off proper, gun in that doctor Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
Pay me what you owe me, or else I will shoot you in the head. I have a Tech 9 to do it, and I'm ruthless and powerful in the South and West Coast.

3rd Ward villain, I'm in the killin They ban my videos from TV, they say they drug dealin Ice cream slangin And if the radio don't play this gangsta shit, what are they thinkin?
I represent the 3rd Ward and violence. TV has banned my videos, accusing me of drug dealing. I slang ice cream, but it's not enough for me; I demand to be heard on the radio.

They could stop, a nigga from comin up They could stop a young nigga from makin big bucks Independent, and black owned But still got more money than Al Capone
The system tries to stop black people from succeeding, but I am successful and independent. Although I make money in illegal ways, I am still richer than notorious gangster Al Capone.

y'all niggaz can't stop a killa, A murder, a hustla, fuck it, a drug deala But if they shoot, did up with police Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East And call me Mr. Paul Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like Steven Seagal Mr. Killa, the ghetto Kadofy And 187 on any nigga that try to stop me
You can't stop a killer, drug dealer, and hustler like me. If the police shoot at me, I'm prepared to go on the run. I'm dangerous and violent, like Steven Seagal, and I'll kill anyone who tries to stop me from achieving my goals.

Niggaz, they want to start some stack but if they stack then let it be started And at your funeral, I want to here em say dearly departed Because I got it on my mind and on my mind I got's it When I pop ya with this heart rock make your heart stop cause I'm bout it
My enemies want to start problems with me, but they will face the consequences. At their funeral, I want everyone to say their goodbyes. I'm always thinking of killing them. When I shoot them, their hearts will stop because I'm ready and willing to do it.

Jack you like a New Jersey drive My niggaz are always down for that who ride, I ride
I'll violently rob you, just like in the movie "New Jersey Drive." My loyal friends are always ready to ride alongside me.

Creep with these killas on our tippy tippy toes See the barrel knows where the bullet go and then we smash off in that 4 by 4 See we rolled on ya set and then bucked A bunch of niggaz fallen and they can't get up
We are quietly and stealthily creeping towards our enemies. We know our weapons and we will shoot accurately. We'll escape in a four-wheel drive vehicle. We will ambush our enemies and they will fall to the ground and never get up.

You wants to fuck with this TRU click and get ya khakis creased Get your shirt pressed and the bullets rip through yo chest TRU niggaz don't fall, fool, we to busy flossin It might be your ho we tossin Step to us and we make ya hits like Michael Jackson Cause every nigga in my crew is bout it and we packin
If you want to confront us, we will shoot you and your clothes will be bloody. We don't fail and we enjoy our wealth. We might even steal your girl. If you step to us, we'll make you famous for getting shot, like Michael Jackson. Everyone in my crew is prepared for violence.

Ha ha. Now y'all know. We run the muthafuckin streets. No Limit. True to the game. Silkk the Shocker. This shit go out to all y'all gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches (soldiers) from Richmond (Atlanta) Down South (Alabama) to the East Coast (to the West Coast) to motherfuckin Kentucky, Missouri (to Florida) to Dallas (Houston) to New Orleans (Austin, Texas) to muthafuckin Miami (D.C.) to Cinnicinnati (Ohio) to D.C. (North Carolina, South Carolina) fuckin Baton Rouge (Oklahoma) Mississippi (Kansas City) Lafayette (Georgia, Seattle, Washington) Detroit (Omaha, Nebraska) Chicago (Phoenix) To all y'all muthafuckin ghetto (Alberquerque) gangsta (Indiana) real niggaz and bitches (all y'all niggaz that's locked up) everywhere.
We are powerful and control the streets. We are No Limit and fully committed to our lifestyle. This is for all the gangsters and soldiers across the nation, from the East Coast to the West Coast. We are everywhere and represent the real people in the ghetto, including those who are currently incarcerated.

Murder, murder, murder, murder. Ha ha.
I laugh about murder and enjoy it.

But y'all niggaz betta watch y'all ass (watch y'all ass) so y'all won't get caught up in motherfuckin 187 (a 187)
But be careful, or else you will be killed in a violent manner, known as 187.

Cause every nigga I know is bout it (Bout it!) Nigga that mean don't trust nobody (these niggaz rowdy) cause the sreets is real. Believe that.
Everyone I know is ready for violence. That means you can't trust anyone, because the streets are dangerous and full of real threats.