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Credits
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Mckinley Phipps Jr.
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mac
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Soldier rag on my eye, soldier fit on my frame
I scream "woah" when I come through makin' that MAC-11 sang
If I die in battle, tell my folks I wasn't no joke when I blasted
Wrap me up in camouflage and put that tank on my casket
That **** was hip-hop, that **** was gangsta, that **** was tall
That **** was slim, that **** was shell shocked, you wouldn't wan' fuck with him
I hung with killas, I hung with soldiers, I hung with Gs
I hung with thugs, I hung with them **** who probably wanted to murder me
But fuck it, I cross my heart and pull the trigger
Dear God, if I die, let me see the eyes of my killer so I can haunt that ****
Papa shot me through the rubber
He knew that I would be a young bad motherfucker when I
[Chorus]
Murder, murder (Murder, murder), kill, kill (Kill, kill)
Shit's real (Shit's real) on the battlefield (On the battlefield)
Murder, murder (Murder, murder), kill, kill (Kill, kill)
Shit's real (Shit's real) on the battlefield (On the battlefield)
[Verse 2]
I said I'm sick and tired of tellin' you **** I'm not that **** to play with
They thinkin' that they can tell me whatever they want and I ain't gon' say shit
I guess I'm supposed to be lettin' you call me bitches and hoes to my face
Just look at you, let you fuck over me, ignore you, then go by my way
Cut it out, stop that, unless ya got that feelin', now
However, wherever, whenever ya ready, I'm that ****
He said fuck me, then left and you heard, "ah, pfft, ow!"
That was me whippin' the fuck out that bitch in the Waffle House
Look at you now, I'm warnin' you, ****, wherever you fuck up, right there, I'm shuttin' you down
I'm tellin' you, if we don't know you, don't come 'round that tank or No Limit gon' clown
I'll fuck over your ass, small or big as Godzilla
Here lizard, lizard, lizard, I'm comin' to get ya
When I catch ya, you can bet your blood gon' spill
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
[Chorus]
Murder, murder (Murder, murder), kill, kill (Kill, kill)
Shit's real (Shit's real) on the battlefield (On the battlefield)
Murder, murder (Murder, murder), kill, kill (Kill, kill)
Shit's real (Shit's real) on the battlefield (On the battlefield)
[Verse 3]
I was born a soldier, mama will tell you I never was fake, I was real
I'm camouflaged, I'll never die, it's been that way since I was lil'
Murder, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, it's real
You cross me wrong, don't think I forgot you, just waitin' on you to chill
You started beef with the assassin, when you see me, you gotta be blastin'
Ain't no love for the other side, 'cause I get all up in the ass and
Operation uptown, ghetto **** shell shocked
Camouflaged down soldier, we buy straight off the block, what?
Written by: Mckinley Phipps Jr.