Gangsta Boo Kill, Kill, Kill, Murder, Murder, Murder Lyrics

Enquiring Minds Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Enquiring Minds
  • 3 Don't Stand So Close
  • 4 Oh No (feat. Fatal Hussein)
  • 5 Kill, Kill, Kill, Murder, Murder, Murder
  • 6 Suck a Little Dick
  • 7 Fuck You (feat. The Prophet Posse)
  • 8 Where Dem Dollas At (feat. DJ Paul and Juicy J)
  • 9 Da Ones Close, Know Most
  • 10 Wanna Go to War
  • 11 I'll Be the Other Women
  • 12 High Off That Weed
  • 13 Be Real (feat. Crunchy Black)
  • 14 Nasty Trick
  • 15 Nigga Yeah Know (feat. T. Rock)
  • 16 Money and Powder
  • 17 Life in the Metro (feat. The Kaze)
  • 18 This Is Personal (feat. Project Pat)
  • 19 Only You (feat. T. Rock)
  • 20 Who We Be (feat. Prophet Posse)
  • 21 Where Dem Dollas At (Bass remix)
  • Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
    40-40 cal, watch a nigga hurt a
    Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
    40 fuckin' cal, watch a nigga hurta

    (Gangsta Boo)
    On the other side of town
    Blake Haven bound
    Where I'm found
    Ain't nobody bloody
    Angels sayin', must be hell bound
    Everybody on that liqour
    Bangsta Boo is right up with ya
    Can't you see your picked a picture perfect
    Now it's time to get you
    Come with me
    So you can see the side
    Of the dark niggas
    Claimin' hard
    Be left with body parts in the yard
    Bitch I got you scared
    Unless you prepared to take the test
    Hope you study hard
    When this go fly through your fuckin' vest
    Never be as clever as I
    I'm on the level come high
    High till the day that I die
    Or will you kiss me good bye
    I'm bout it, whatever bitch
    You wanna get some of this
    You be the one that get your ass kicked
    Quick in the dick
    I'll put your ass inn a trunk
    In the city of bump
    I might not lock up the door
    Blaze a crystal blunt
    I'm in the studio loot
    Doin' a race on this track
    Some with me (??)
    I got it locked like that

    Chorus x2

    I got this shit locked tight
    Ain't no keepin' me out
    You cannot see is
    So when I tell you somethin' bitch
    You best believe it
    I swear you shouldn't battle with me
    I'm like a pimple
    I pop up out of no where
    On your ass so simple
    I'm laid back on this track
    I figure you feelin' nigga
    Throw your setts in the air (throw your setts in the air)
    Scrip your killas and killas
    About your dealas on the block
    Makin' money that's right
    About the ladies on the real lookin' for a late night
    Don't be surprised when you see me
    Cause I (??) at the world
    To all you top notch niggas
    Or material girls
    They call me lady maybe baby
    I gets jiggy with mine
    I'm feelin' fine on the rise
    Prophet Posse behind
    I'm 18 98 flowin' all of my flows
    So bitch imagine how I sound
    When I'm 20 years old
    We so so def like Jermaine
    But bitch we tearin' it up
    The number one hit song
    Of the banned and closed


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