เนื้อเพลง Get Your Murder on - Young Buck

[Verse One]
You n*ggaz got me f*cked up, it's time to go to war
N*gga so what's up, I bust up, any muh'f*cker feelin he rougher
I can't get enough of, showin n*ggaz what time it is
Go inside his crib, find his kids 'til we find the sh*t
Go ahead and keep buyin sh*t, act like you run the town
On the worst day, your birthday, that's when I cut you down
Let me show you how, to make this money by the pound
Get a black d*ckie fit, can't forget the hundred rounds
Still a murder man, told myself I'd never hurt again
N*ggaz out here hoes, so I'm kickin in they do's
And nobody knows when a n*gga like me be comin
N*gga stop drop and roll when a n*gga like me be gunnin
Wanna live to see tomorrow? Better calm down your woman
And that sh*t in that plastic bag better be all hundreds
When my mask down, that mean I'm ready to blast now
Taught your ass a lesson, bet you'll learn how to act now

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Get Your Murder on - cock it back and let it go
B*tch I represent them killers who be kickin in them do's
Get your muder on - black down from head to toe
See I tried to tell you once n*ggaz don't want war

[Verse Two]
Just look at life from my point of view, run where I call home
Feel what a gun do and I'll bet you {?}
Wonder why my mind strong livin the life
When n*ggaz really don't live long playin me sheist
See I'm goin all out, like straight hoes to dykes
Switchin the game around like Reeboks from Nikes
Stayin in my black d*ckies, t-shirts all white
Thugged out, what it's all about, all right
Let's just shoot it out now, we can do it all night
It don't matter, the 50 caliber gon' bite
Watch 'em scatter, the loud sound got 'em all fright
Get the cheddar, then let them cowards hear the dual pipes
When we bite, we fight like pits on red meat
Is this life the sh*t n*gga? Yes it f*ckin be
Freaks take a glimpse, they scream Buck's the sh*t
Now fiend for the d*ck, as I lean in the 6

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Back in my 'llac the auto fo'-fo's and Optimos
Kickin in do's on the one stressin {?}
Let me get that out you hoes, me and my snub nose
Bonnie and Clyde, when we ride, both of us have open eyes
Realized I'm a young n*gga, puttin it f*ckin down
Never goin to sleep without a hundred f*ckin miles
Layin it down, my name is known throughout town
Blaka blaka, blaka blaka

[Chorus]