Mo Murder (Explicit) - Gangsta Pat

I'd rather hear my uzzi I'd rather hear my uzzi x2

Well I'm that murderer cap peeler

Creepin' up from behind

Want nothing but murder I'm killin' at will and then peelin' them caps with my nine

That nigga' that's known to bust with thrust rush you to the med

With lead up in ya head you bled and now you dead

I creep surround

I found the clown

I'm down for

Up on you in the M-town

Down with them stick-up boys

Don't let me catch you slippin' fool

Get ya for cash move on your ass

Take you straight to jackin' school

I'll get hit niggas for their cash

Killa's stealin' dealin' on they ass

Rat-a-tat-tat my gat

Runnin' gunnin' commin' up real fast

Blast with the quickness nobody knows who I might kill next

Then Rex Flex collecting off them crazy checks

Niggas they wanna run up

But they know they can't fade me

Cause I keep a gat in my stash

With a clip and I'm ready to rip

If they trip and talk ****

I'ma put a slug dead in they ass

Ho I'm so buck don't give a **** I'm ready to hurt a

Nigga that figure he's bigger by pullin' the trigger and commit murder

I'd rather hear my uzzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat

I'd rather hear my uzzi I'd rather hear my uzzi x4

I'm just a crazy nigga that's out for the gravy

Ain't nothin' of worth that can save me

I feel for whoever betrays me

I stays free of busta ass niggas and ho's *****es too

Which is true

This is too

Hard for you niggas that try to talk **** you get stitches too

I'll bust a cap in your ass so ain't no tellin' when I'm on a killin' spree

I'm no one you better think twice if you don't I'ma BLAST when you **** with me

I keep a 9 by my side when I ride cause I like to commit homicide

Niggas try to hide

But they see me finna slide the clip'n rip that ass open wide

Buckin' and buckin' got niggas dodgin' and duckin'

My trigger fingers gettin' buck and then see my victim he's stuck

In a bad spot cause the Glock went pop when I dropped that ***** to the ground so I'm finna ball cause I never just stall when I murder on the down low

Niggas talk **** like a ***** and I pitch a fit cause it's real vital

They knowing that I'm going all out when I pull that 9 and get homicidal and start killin' hard

**** up and I'ma hurt ya

I'm dealin' and I'll'n

And wheelin' and dealin' my heart for that mother ****in' murder

I'd rather hear my uzzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat

I'd rather hear my uzzi I'd rather hear my uzzi x4

Well I'm a psychopathic lunatic

Still got *****es up on my dick

I'm knowin' they going and flowin' and showin' they ho'n and growin'up on that trick

I stuck to the night with my gat and my mask

Ready to make a sting on that ass

Ready to catch you runnin' with rush from the cops with a knot coming up to the pad

Pull out my 9 buck you one time

Empty the whole clip in ya head

Fill you with lead

Leave for dead

You try to stay up but I put you to bed

I'm the nigga that's known for packin' the tone whenever it's on

I'm ready to bone to peel me some dome trick

You through if I catch you alone

Sharks messin' can't even phase me with a blade when I'm in a rage

I'm makin' front page and packing my gauge

It looks like my cage when I'm up on stage

Doing my thang cause that's how I hang

I chill with my gang cause we all slang

Deep in the game you know my name

Never no shame whenever I bang

I'm just a bad mother ****er sucker

Cutters are even afraid of me I'm paid to be this way you see

I stay a G in reality

So run up and I'ma shoot fast on your ass when I hurt ya

I blast you in the past

You'll never last

With the mother ****in' murder

I'd rather hear my uzzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat

I'd rather hear my uzzi I'd rather hear my uzzi x4

I'd rather hear my uzzi