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Murder Rate

Glock .45, it’ll make your dreads shake

Buy a couple guns, let’s up the murder rate

Girl, bend over, put the dick in your face

If you don’t twerk, we gon’ up the murder rate

Do a drive by with the guns in the car

Shoot up them suckers, yeah, they brains on the floor

Still go dumb with the gun in my pants

Break one condition, if you don’t dance

If you in the club or if you at a party

Pull the guns out, let’s get it started

Who gon’ get shot? Who gon’ get shot?

Who gon’ get left with they brains on top?

We never tell, we don’t call the cops

Snitches get stitches that’s off top

(Yes)Up the murder rate, up the murder rate

Up the murder rate, up the murder rate

Up the murder rate, up the murder rate

Up the murder rate, up the murder rateCome here, girl, let me whisper in your ear

Bitch, I got this gun and you might get killed

Take your clothes off, take your clothes off

Yeah, I got a gun, you gon’ take a loss

Bulletproof vest, riding around Oakland

With the guns in the back, doing a high-speed

Then pullover, if you get scared, don’t come into the party

Still in the club with the guns and the money

Throwing out hundreds so strippers like this

If she don’t dance, I’mma shoot that bitch

Shout out to the army, bustin’ niggas heads

U.S Navy with the infrared

I’mma still bring my gun to the club

I’mma still party every night with the thugs

Fuck rapping, I’mma get it trappingUp the murder rate, up the murder rate

Up the murder rate, up the murder rate

Up the murder rate, up the murder rate

Up the murder rate, up the murder rate

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