(Hit-Boy)
Rah-rah, rah-rah, rah-rah, rah
Mmm
Murderer, murderer
Said he wanna be a murderer, murderer, rah
He wanna be a murderer, murderer, rah
He said he wanna be a murderer
Yeah, hopped off the porch like Geronimo, yeah
He tryna get his money up, yeah
So he pop the trunk, grab the .44, ooh shit
Said he wanna be a murderer (yeah)
Said he wanna be a murderer (yeah, yeah)
Murderer (ooh shit)
Said he wanna be a murderer (ooh shit, yeah, uh)
Murderer, rah, rah (yeah)
You are not a killer, I can see it in your eyes
I know he feeling when you see a real nigga die
Believe me, we done been through this too many times
Rest in peace to my OG, wish he was still alive
Man made gun, gun don't make the man
Get that hate up out your heart and take it out your hand
Sit your scary ass down, you don't understand
Everything outside of the ten is gangland
Compton, Watts, South Central, the District to Long Beach
Where the skinny niggas carry strong heat
Four deep, on a slow creep, f*ck the police (police, police)
And I still remember with my homie
Yeah, hopped off the porch like Geronimo, yeah
He tryna get his money up, yeah
So he pop the trunk, grab the .44
Said he wanna be a murderer (yeah)
Said he wanna be a murderer (yeah, yeah)
Murderer (ooh shit)
Said he wanna be a murderer (ooh shit)
Murderer, rah, rah
Calm down, dawg, calm down
Settle down, dawg, settle down
I tell 'em, "Calm down, dawg, calm down
Settle down, dawg" (settle down, dawg)
Murderer, murderer
Said he wanna be a murderer, murderer, rah
He wanna be a murderer, murderer, rah
He said he wanna be a murderer
Yeah, hopped off the porch like Geronimo, yeah
He tryna get his money up, yeah
So he pop the trunk, grab the .44
Said he wanna be a murderer (yeah)
Said he wanna be a murderer (yeah, yeah)
Murderer (ooh shit)
Said he wanna be a murderer (ooh shit)
Murderer, rah, rah
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(Hit-Boy)
Rah-rah, rah-rah, rah-rah, rah
Mmm
Murderer, murderer
Said he wanna be a murderer, murderer, rah
He wanna be a murderer, murderer, rah
He said he wanna be a murderer
Yeah, hopped off the porch like Geronimo, yeah
He tryna get his money up, yeah
So he pop the trunk, grab the .44, ooh shit
Said he wanna be a murderer (yeah)
Said he wanna be a murderer (yeah, yeah)
Murderer (ooh shit)
Said he wanna be a murderer (ooh shit, yeah, uh)
Murderer, rah, rah (yeah)
You are not a killer, I can see it in your eyes
I know he feeling when you see a real nigga die
Believe me, we done been through this too many times
Rest in peace to my OG, wish he was still alive
Man made gun, gun don't make the man
Get that hate up out your heart and take it out your hand
Sit your scary ass down, you don't understand
Everything outside of the ten is gangland
Compton, Watts, South Central, the District to Long Beach
Where the skinny niggas carry strong heat
Four deep, on a slow creep, f*ck the police (police, police)
And I still remember with my homie
Yeah, hopped off the porch like Geronimo, yeah
He tryna get his money up, yeah
So he pop the trunk, grab the .44
Said he wanna be a murderer (yeah)
Said he wanna be a murderer (yeah, yeah)
Murderer (ooh shit)
Said he wanna be a murderer (ooh shit)
Murderer, rah, rah
Calm down, dawg, calm down
Settle down, dawg, settle down
I tell 'em, "Calm down, dawg, calm down
Settle down, dawg" (settle down, dawg)
Murderer, murderer
Said he wanna be a murderer, murderer, rah
He wanna be a murderer, murderer, rah
He said he wanna be a murderer
Yeah, hopped off the porch like Geronimo, yeah
He tryna get his money up, yeah
So he pop the trunk, grab the .44
Said he wanna be a murderer (yeah)
Said he wanna be a murderer (yeah, yeah)
Murderer (ooh shit)
Said he wanna be a murderer (ooh shit)
Murderer, rah, rah
Rah-rah, rah-rah, rah-rah, rah
Mmm
Murderer, murderer
Said he wanna be a murderer, murderer, rah
He wanna be a murderer, murderer, rah
He said he wanna be a murderer
Yeah, hopped off the porch like Geronimo, yeah
He tryna get his money up, yeah
So he pop the trunk, grab the .44, ooh shit
Said he wanna be a murderer (yeah)
Said he wanna be a murderer (yeah, yeah)
Murderer (ooh shit)
Said he wanna be a murderer (ooh shit, yeah, uh)
Murderer, rah, rah (yeah)
You are not a killer, I can see it in your eyes
I know he feeling when you see a real nigga die
Believe me, we done been through this too many times
Rest in peace to my OG, wish he was still alive
Man made gun, gun don't make the man
Get that hate up out your heart and take it out your hand
Sit your scary ass down, you don't understand
Everything outside of the ten is gangland
Compton, Watts, South Central, the District to Long Beach
Where the skinny niggas carry strong heat
Four deep, on a slow creep, f*ck the police (police, police)
And I still remember with my homie
Yeah, hopped off the porch like Geronimo, yeah
He tryna get his money up, yeah
So he pop the trunk, grab the .44
Said he wanna be a murderer (yeah)
Said he wanna be a murderer (yeah, yeah)
Murderer (ooh shit)
Said he wanna be a murderer (ooh shit)
Murderer, rah, rah
Calm down, dawg, calm down
Settle down, dawg, settle down
I tell 'em, "Calm down, dawg, calm down
Settle down, dawg" (settle down, dawg)
Murderer, murderer
Said he wanna be a murderer, murderer, rah
He wanna be a murderer, murderer, rah
He said he wanna be a murderer
Yeah, hopped off the porch like Geronimo, yeah
He tryna get his money up, yeah
So he pop the trunk, grab the .44
Said he wanna be a murderer (yeah)
Said he wanna be a murderer (yeah, yeah)
Murderer (ooh shit)
Said he wanna be a murderer (ooh shit)
Murderer, rah, rah
Writer: Chauncey A. Hollis, Simmie Sims
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group