an pray Seh nuh badda wid the gun play But some little bwoy nuh know how badman stay An a run guh fi AK CHO But anybody test my door after hours dat a murder
Vertaling: Mr Easy. Moord.
the hilltops, clubshops and chilling overseas Take in the breeze, Mr. Freeze squeeze the trigger Killa G's got you weak in the knees, yo take it easy!
two days Ladies love me I'm on my cool J If you get what I get what would you say She wax it all off, Mr Miyagi And them suicide doors, Hari Kari [Hook
don't doubt Well as I remember I was 12 years old Didn't know about fronting or playing a role Yo thought I was slick, felt harder than bricks With my Mr
, man we motherfuckin murderers Cause I'm a thug A million dollars ain't easy to touch Cause us niggaz ain't scared to bust {repeat 2 x2} [c-murder]
is murder Nigga y'all rememba "No Surrender" Then we hit 'em up on the "First of Tha Month" And everbody got scared when the niggaz said "Dear Mr Ouijia
steel with a screen on top, I'm gettin' fly with it I'm bringin' suckers to the street again 'Cause them same broke-ass niggas ridin' on my meat again Mr
of Pelham' Eastwick underground New York be the dwelling I keep telling 'em the state of the mind be the mentals If you murder up in the ghetto you murder
[Intro: 50 Cent sample] Fix your motherfuckin face nigga! Look at these fuckin chimpanzees Bunch of fuckin monkeys... (Mr. Porter!) [Chorus: Pharoahe
in their sleep If I was a hungry man with a gun in my hand and some promises to keep Who wanted to change the world, what's as easy as murder? It's all
'm too rough, too rugged, now that doesn't sound so easy does it Thought I was going back to Cali' where I knew I wasn't I sent a 'Murder Gram', solo
me? 'Cause it's your blood Murder is tremendous, crime is endless Same shit different day Father forgive us, they know not what they do, our praises do I'm big like easy
be the most conceited team on the top I'm leaning to be the most meanest as Biggie and Pac Man these demons is dreaming [? ] for their spot It's easy
Killa Uh, Up and now murja it's foul murder turkeys to Cowburgers the code to i'll murder Child if you style or wild splurja Stay away o.k. Mr Giles'
new thing to do. But tru is the way of life nigga. This ain't no motherfucking fad. Mama mia, big ed, master p, c-murder, mister silkk the shocker. First family, mr
that got that 'cane Murder Mr. Dopeman still in the rap game It's 1997, my niggas gone to heaven Rest in peace 2Pac from Master P, doin' 2-11s 187 Khadafi, murder
Murder is tremendous, crime is endless Same shit different day, Father forgive us They know not what they do, our praises do I'm big like easy, ya bigbamboo
