Follow Me (to Murder) Lyrics

Follow Me (to Murder) lyrics

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Chorus: (Benzino)



Come with me lets (Murder)

Follow me to (Murder)

Come with me lets (Murder)

Follow me to (Murder)

La la la la la la la (Murder)

La la la la la la la (Murder)



(Mr. Gzus)

It's a thrill to me that you niggas want to kill me

I think you all know this saga

They mad cause they wish they had the shit that I had

I'm fucking there babies moma

My soldiers salute with their guns high

Aim and they'll shoot you with one try

I never understood why, niggas snitch and bitches lie

How a motherfucker gonna testify

When he's doing the same shit that I'm doing?

Yap to the feds for a little bit of bread

Now The whole fucking game is ruined

A lot of these niggas are two faced

They need to use glue for they tooth paste

They better strap up or get their boots laced

Or get victim of a 44 shell case

Your bitch said she like the way my dick taste

Now the hoe back up in your face

To the rules of the game you're a disgrace

Never trust no bitch in the first place

Me and Big Sco came to blast these hoes'

Who can't keep shit on the hush

When we come, guns bust

Ruckus hit the dust, it's only us



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(Big Sco)

These niggas want drama?

Who the fuck these busta testing

Bout to teach em a lesson, when I get to blesson

Wit the motherfucking smith & wesson

No question let me make one suggestion

Don't fuck around with a nigga that you can't fuck with

Cause I buck quick what's wrong dog?

You mad at me cause your bitch suck dick

Just duck quick cause when I let that thing off

When I break it off ring it off it's over with

Busting nuts I'm all over the shoulder shit

You can't fuck with a nigga y'all know this shit is on

Some popo shit but when it comes to me I don't know no shit

You got to go bitch gotta find a big ditch for a bitch snitch

Hit the nigga with 6 in the mix

Ima fix the mother fucker cause he a big bitch

Swiftly hit the nigga with the fifty caliber

Challenger, I'm a damage ya, you a amateur

I got stamina, kill a nigga put it on camera

Fuck around I'll have to handle ya, dismantle ya, ha

This what I do to a enemy

Split a motherfuckers head like Kennedy

Fuck y'all, don't you know its ten of me

So don't pretend to be no friend to me

Big guns those things are like kin to me

Simply I bust and the ones I can't touch

Well put it like this, them bitches get fucked, my dick get sucked

Y'all can't fuck with us

Listen you don't wanna bang with me hang with me

Nigga, throw them things

With me Big Rosco, cool Gzus, g-pack Wiseguys

Made Men, and the Hangmen 3



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(Murder) 3x

Follow me to (murder)

La la la la la la la



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