Текст песни 50 Cent - This Is Murder Not Music

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[Verse 1: 50 cent] I'm on a hard bench, tryna' sleep in the pen Man, how the fuck did I get here again? First thing in a morning, it‘s the fuck shit They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch He told me do it, 1 click, you ain't tell me to do it You ain't a shooter, you a shermhead, you fuckin' loser I fly a kite, my little man cut his sister up He loves his bitch, you snatch her, he'll start switching up I'm cool, I just wait ‘til my next court date He better catch amnesia, then do this shit at leisure Surrounded by Bloods, Crips, Kings, and Ñetas Gemstars open niggas up like barettas I'm tryna' be easy But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared Jack A buck fifty, keep the change you can wear that [Hook x2] This is murder this is not music I had your style 10 years ago I just didn't use it You niggas forgot how I do it Well I do it like there' nothin' to it [Verse 2: Young Buck] Same night from the Vibe awards Still with me looking for new spinal cords Fuck your life and see the mind of yours Concrete floors, I still feel like i'm behind them doors I want war I'm Read up for Teed up I'm getting fast money but I need to speed up These Niggas kicking their feet up, just smoking their weed up Well Ima creep up with my heat up and make em freeze up Hold up Buck, ease up Put some bodies in a box from Maserati fox New York when I get there I need to hear a lot of shoots A couple chickens on a video vixen,send her on a mission and one sip in, i'll be missing Ok Listen, I'm hard headed Just one but you all get it my niggers all breaded its crum' just to beat the case I see death when I see your face And even at this pace ima still lead the race This is Young Buck [Hook x2] This is murder this is not music I had your style 10 years ago I just didn't use it You niggas forgot how I do it Well I do it like there' nothin' to it

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