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Young Nudy – Kill Bill

Singers: Young Nudy
Albums: Young Nudy – Faded In The Booth
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Lyrics Young Nudy – Kill Bill

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Murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill, kill
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill, kill

Murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, murder, murder

Gotta keep it on it, you don’t wanna get killed
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill (Slime)
Better keep it on you, if you don’t wanna get killed
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill (Slime)

Black all, yellow stick, yeah like Kill Bill
Mortal Kombat with the stick, finna finish him
He like a phantom, he like a ghost, get rid of him
Got the stick, fell in love with his body, bullets fillin’ him
Damn, buddy, why you shoot him like that?
Why you killin’ him?
3-5-7, made him spin, knocked him off the rim
Slumped up with the pump, knocked your head right off the grill
Picked up your chain, dog, five thousand, nah, for real
Twenty thousand, what a deal

Keep your still, ’cause this shit for real
Kill or be killed
I know nigga that be ski masked, shit will get ill
Get your ass out the block ’cause your not built
Forward tucked, real rough, big gun
Bust your head, now your dead
Street shit, not built for that
Keep you a cap and gown
Go to school, don’t be pump fakin’ no cappin’, not all around
Smile in your face, but they be back stabbin’ when you not around

Murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill (Murder, murder)
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill (Murder, murder)
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill (Murder, murder)
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill (Murder, murder)

Gotta keep it on you, you don’t wanna get killed
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill (Kill, kill, keep it on me)
Better keep it on you, if you don’t wanna get killed (Keep it on me)
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill (Keep it on me)

Collect that money, collect that money
Dog, I got him right now (Yeah)
He was slippin’ at the store, we goin’ get him right now
He was talkin’ gangsta, can we get it with it right now
Bustin’ at that pussy, he wasn’t hittin’ nothin’, what he talkin ’bout?
Hush your mouth, when I come out these streets, real gangstas poppin’ out
Too south, gang active, nigga makin’ news now
Bad ass, young nigga, fuck school now
Get it how you gotta live nigga
Wanna be in the field nigga?
Shootin’ it for real nigga?
Don’t be scared to kill niggas
Why you ain’t no killer, but they push you? (Damn)
Now you pushin’ shit back, no issue (Damn)
Dreamin’ ’bout that body, how you killed ’em (Damn)
Sippin’ all this drank make this shit go down (Sippin’)
Smoke a couple blunts, now it out my mind
Used to the killin’ shit, I do this all the time
I remember when it fucked with me, couldn’t close my eyes
Couldn’t sleep, thinkin’ to God like, «Why?»
I got over that shit like I didn’t want to die
It’s me or them, my nigga
Man, somebody got to die (Somebody got to die, for real)

Murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill (Murder, murder)
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill (Murder, murder)
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill (Murder, murder)
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill (Murder, murder)

Gotta keep it on you, you don’t wanna get killed
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill (Kill, kill)
Better keep it on you, if you don’t wanna get killed
(Don’t wanna get killed)
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill (Kill, kill, kill)

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill, nigga
Kill, ha, kill

Album

Young Nudy – Faded In The Booth