Purge

Murder Murder (Syndicate) Ah-ah-ah (Tru Ambassador) Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder You use your fucking mouth too much, now it's a grave it turn you Aye Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder You use your fucking mouth too much, now it's a grave it turn you A week go by and all yah now your body still no turn up Nah take no threat, you haffi dead from you make me nervous Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder pon mi mind Nah wait another day, dem haffi dead tonight Me load mi nine, "pussy, a who fa friend you a try fi style?" Man a murder Bad people anthеm We no deal with nonsensе Bere gun deh yah fi the man dem Buss dem head and find song sing 'bout it "How the fuck you feel?" Me fine, content We love problem Brand new AR with the pan dem sing like Sanchez, yeah Race everything from outta the clip and then me change it like accent Nuh haffi tell no lie, such man kill 'bout 25 Can't wait fi dem shub up dem head fi rest mi gun inna it Obvious dem no love dem life, nozzle pon the 'K ignite Him see the don and piss him pants, "pussy, you nuh have no pride?" Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder You use your fucking mouth too much, now it's a grave it turn you Week go by and all yah now your body still no turn up Nah take no threat, you haffi dead from you make me nervous Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder pon mi mind Nah wait another day, dem haffi dead tonight Me load mi nine, "pussy, a who fa friend you a try fi style?" A murder Dem know no fi pass dem place All dem a talk tough like dem brave Man turn dem inna a fallen angel, dem gon' know which gad dem praise Can't escape 'cause me mark him face My friend dem have the darkest ways Murder we murder people, no fuck with the artist's brain Tell dem say, a the gad land Born certified mad man Car tint and have attraction Hold the rifle horizontal Murder dem fi make statement Accuracy and placement Use dem head paint the pavement Syndicate, give dem bere lead We nah save dem A murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder You use your fucking mouth too much, now it's a grave it turn you A week go by and all yah now your body still no turn up Nah take no threat, you haffi dead from you make me nervous Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder pon mi mind Yeah, dem haffi dead tonight Ãha-ãha Yeah we run the streets Suck your mother idiot Yeah, we have some guns weh n'even the chief of police got Whole of dem a pussy, dem only bad pon the media But, if a one thing me know, every pussy have weak spot Kill dem fi we leisure A simple procedure Pussy, we no need you Syndicate, wha' you know? 'Til death Hey