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Artist/Band: Master P
Lyrics for Song: Bloody Murder
Lyrics for Album: Mama's Bad Boy [1992]



Verse One:



Me and the crew had the 40s and dank getting fucked up

Plottin on some suckas last week that snuck up

They thought they had us done, we had the 9's and clip man

Cash in the ride, hoe sealed the cocaine

Fool started shooting

I rolled down the window

Let out some smoke, car full of that indo

Pointed the Tec-9, smoked the passenger

Another nigga to' up but bitch I laugh at ya

Fools tryin to figure whether he should duck or fucking hide out

Niggas got away so we ride out

Plottin motherfuckas cuz you know I serve ya

And sucka when I see ya, its gonna be a bloody murder



Chorus:

Its gonna be a bloody murder,

And when I see him I'ma kill him [x2]



Verse Two:



Now when I'm on the set I gots to get paid, check it

Dope fiend got his high beams, talkin bout he got credit

This dope fiend, he was trippin, I said "fool get the fuck on,"

He said he wanted wholesale but didn't have a buck on him

Damn, I didn't want to beat the fool's ass

I reached for my gat, then out jumped the taz

They started gunnin, I started runnin, I got away

They thought they had me caught but the P just hid away

And laid back, did the crack thinkin bout revenge

You see I didn't get him, I'll probably get his friends

He tried to set me with the jump out boys, and I'll serve ya

And dope fiend when I see ya, its gonna be a bloody murder



-Chorus- [x2]



Verse Three:



I was cool, me and the chill was just chillin

Countin up my mil from the wholesale top dealin

I wasn't even trippin when my pager went off

I said who the fuck is this, just tell that bitch to get lost

He called the bitch on his mobile phone, I said yo its on

She said "P I'll dick ya dick like an ice cream cone,"

I said damn I was a trippin cuz I fuck bitches all the time

So tell that nasty bitch I catch her ass at about nine

Later that night I had to pop her

Knocked on the door said bitch I came to fuck

But see before I hit the pussy, and got a nut

Some niggas came straight out the closet talkin bout hands up

The bitch ran out the hosue, you know I'm gone hurt her

And bitch when I see ya, its gonna be a bloody murder



-Chorus- [x2]


Album Lyrics: Mama's Bad Boy [1992]


Master P
"Mama's Bad Boy [1992]"


1. Shoot 'Em Up
2. Psycho Rhymes
3. Bloody Murder
4. Ooh Shit
5. Watch Your Ass
6. Dope, Pussy And Money
7. Rich And Dangerous (T.R.U.)
8. Trust No Body
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