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Murder By Numbers
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Reaper rippin, thiz Beat so Siccc... bout a guy murderin my his numbers that he did it when he didnt get caught i Ripp'd hard, , my specialty..high wen i did this... Vote Fo Diz One.. we kill 1 by 1 thats the bottom line SON!
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Lyrixx
whatz good yall peepz all yall know im now Lyrixx the Lyricist, I Have been rappin for 5 years and my flow is still sum phat shit though even to put on the New Albums, 1st album in 2004 almost done called "World In Reapz Handz" Almost Done. Be Sure to Check the Latest Album Out "Impulse" 2005 Out in Market Now! featuring Hip- Hop artists NoX, Reapa, Doublez, and more.. NeXt On Lyrixx Wish List Also Look out for new Album for all yall ladies, "Unstoppable Lov" ft, hit artists Lyrixx, halfbreed, doubles, and more
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
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Peak #11,358
Peak in subgenre #6,357
Author
Reapa
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nah
Uploaded
May 09, 2005
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
- Reapa - yah still da reaper, 420 EXertz Nigga i got my 45's and i be takin mad lives like be driving fancy cars back in the oldern days like a car caught blaze like bonnie and clyde got the hydrolics pumpin up and down (echo), bass pundin to get down like your in surround sound girlz around the world askin to get in diz sweet ride like a drivebye pullin ak 47's and watchin the bullets bounce off ya feet make sure ya face hits the concrete make sure its rearranged, like it got hit with a grenade this nigga gotta split (echo), hurry before the feds watch ya body drip open a bottle of liqor bass goin up n down in a truck, this sum style like young buck pure chaos is where i be at, when i empty that full clip give me that tone of style (echo), ill make sure u get bloody lips got a gun intensive to the head, wit a full barrel emptyin pullin the trigger if u give me that tone of lip insentive care, bitch givin you a glare call 1-800 reapa, look into my eyes leak into the death and the devil crys from the develish cry's to my demise leak into sumthing more of the extraordinary like rippin every rhyme that's critical inside of a dictionary like sittin around a graveyard Givin out Death Tarot cards to each individual killin every one of em in a direct order to be makin murderin so simple x2 chorus Murderin by Numbers is what us niggaz do we kill all niggaz that fuck wit our path look around to see the light, we don't fight we kill 1 by 1 and thats the bottom line son Sum of us play fun and games in the dark grabbin a bag of weed thats so intense like sitting in jail like the time you spent cash papers and rolls sittin on the front desk got da dollas commin in, got a hot chik's name latisha writtin on my chest, like my right and left hand nailed to the cross like the bible like a sicC phycho like aint no rival wathchin drive bye flow go bye, as sum the days go bye niggaz cant fuck wit my spit, smashin every muthafukka wit the back of my buckle, smearing blood on on new khakes grab the grab, run wit my life nah when your fucked up and locked up sumtimes i think im sorry i fucked wit that classy nigga but thoughyet, i indented his forhead with the top of my knuckle When the feds caught me i was busted up pretty bad they placed that fat nigga on the end of a stetcher, but he was so hypnotized to his domize , so literally fucked up he kept seeing in his mind, like a wave of hystortion like a mental patient on crack, he got outa the hospital and realized he was almost dead b4 he was in luck. x2 chorus Murderin by Numbers is what us niggaz do we kill all niggaz that fuck wit our path look around to see the light, we don't fight we kill 1 by 1 and thats the bottom line son
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