Murda/Gun-Talk Cypher
 

YoYo

My gun talk got ya body outlined in white chalk
Have niggas calln u da birdman the way u flock
I like niggas dat pleade, i slit ya throat to up my high
Put ya body in a museam, make ya shirt Ti-Die
Bye-Bye, last words u hear, looks like ya best friend wus fear
Clear, shot to ya neck, ugh, wut a mess, damn anotha through ya vest............


U can Finish dat up or start a new one

this really is a dumb topic, specially on the net too, how u gone flow bout murda n guns? grow the fuk up...

ya ya we know, gangsters kill people with their guns, thats no fun//
theres nothing interesting in that, how bout a web i spun//
left u hangin there, till i was ready for my feast//
slow and steady like a beast, eat u in under 20 seconds at least//

when u hear the nine cockin,
best betta start walkin,
i mite put holes in yo chest cavity fuckin u up totaly,
get u totalled-g, when i bomb yo crib,
i pull a fuckin shotty to yo rib.

like a crazy ass bitch u tried to fight/
but i cocked bak the trigger and put the bullet into flight/
there wasnt any point in runnin son im the one with the gun/
another sucka killed by a dum dum/
hit ur chest like a tyson blow/
the noise was the last thing u heard thats the end of the show/

i got a 44 dead bodys galore/lookin for some clips but i i cant find any more/shit the feds are at the door got my ak shootin my way out gettin hit a few times,loosin blood slip on some slippery mud/look up to see what my last sights will be/feds aim sniper rifles at me/i no this is the end of treach p

now whats rightful,
me to let u go or clap u with my rifle,
fuck the law i'm a flip the gat at yo jaw,
and stick u up, pick u up and u can get carried away,
sprayed showered with shells, hear the church bells,
u dont wanna be 6 feet deep or see yo folks in all black,
u get merked with my gat, i shove a gun in yo rib,
shoot up yo mom's crib.

got my tekk strapped ta the small of my back.//
all ya hear is tha click clack, then everythin' fades black.//
lifes crashed like a train wreck.//
that's how I roll when I sway my stack.//
lay mu-fuckers back.//

semi automatcs
leave ya body spasmatic
like athsmatics
you still at it?

yea i'm still-at-it like still-matic,
shoot u in the spine n leave yaw like a spastic,
yaw playin with cap guns i'm past-it,
the shells make u pray, u betta say em before i spray,
yo decision if u still want yo vision,
afta i'm dun with u wont even be able to tell if the sun has risen.

imma start off with complete desenegration/
get tied to a pole / and there the bullets go/
head of the last MCs rhymes / slit your throat/
and still pop the nine/ say you slipped and fell/
when you was really swallowed up by my barrel/
i handle my shit well/ assasinate you and make shure
you fall to the pits of hell/
ak-47's and R-5's when you see the regal swerve around the corner / might as well close your eyes/
we aint gonna miss/ so many guns poppin tagetin you through
mist/ AR33 equipped/ fuck the rap battle rip em with 40 round clips/ sink you like a damn ship/ on a fuckin patrolling night shift/

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damn that was phat, for a buncha random werds thrown together

some old shit

imma get complex

(stop free postin)

i grab a punk and shuv a barrel down his osophegous,
mutha fuckaz dont know how to ruckus,
i'm a show u how to use a gun properly,
i shoot any fucka tress-passin on my property,
fuck society and the moral things,
a lead shell kills not stings,
pain is the only thing a M-16 brings,
gats i got stacks to the max....imum ammount possible,
fuck with me n i just mite pop-ya-skull

like tupac said if you gotta pistol pull
fore you end up dead really aint that much to it
do it pull it shoot it cock it hammer back
ammo stack rifle rack cronik sack niggaz got my back
12 guage and a gernade buck shot spray get slayed
all day come around my way put you in ur grave
im sendin you str8 to heaven dont be steppin
heres what ur gettin: stalked shot glocked and stopped
forensic analysis reveals: YO ASS GOT POPPED
haha you like my flow there?
you better or all that stuff'll happen to u nigga
ill pull the trigga dont figya you got me on lock
as i stalk you wait in front of ur house too much fun
kill ur spouse then go str8 for ur daughter or son
ill wait with my telescope and go when i getta chance
night vision infared and a tec thats speed enhanced
i sawed down the pin on my beretta
so like my ryhmes itll flow betta fully auto matic
can you imagine? the possibilitys of me with a RPG?
rocket propelled gernades haha anti aircraft muthafucka
leev you duckin in the street with piss stained panties
wishin you didnt run with my sacka weed
" damn nigga is that what this is about, a $20?"
naw nigga its the fact it belonged to me
and now hes payin the price twice
cuz i pt two in the dome of him and his wife
bitch got popped