Artist: Statik Selektah f/ Buckshot, Smif N Wessun, Young M.A.
Album:  Lucky 7
Song:   Murder Game
Typed by Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com, Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Smif N Wessun]
Get him boy! Get him boy! Get him boy!

[Verse One: Tek]
I ain't havin' it don't try to give me dap
I don't fuck with rats if you took the pack, better bring that money back
It's a simple fact, that the bill is strapped, with the milli mac 
Hit you with a rack, it's a mummy wrap
Haters jumpin' out got you frozen like a snapshot
Drumroll your home team and mascot
Pure killa, no filter who the gang
Real niggas never speak about our murder game

[Verse Two: Young M.A.]
Cripplin bullies, black hoodies
Clip fully loaded nigga, I'm holdin nigga, I smell pussy
Pussycat, come here pussycat, pull that hoodie back
We shootin' first, ain't no shootin' back
I like my bitches from the hood, head tied with the doobie wrap
She told me bring that big dog, I told her bring that cootie cat
6-inch Ruger, 9-milli in that Louis bag
Down that shit, that be quick to cock the toolie back

[Verse Three: Tek]
Bedford-Stuyvesant the livest one!
My borough is thorough, feel the cold barrel
Niggas on me, I'm a RIP 'em
Put him on display and let his homies see him
This young boy think the game is soft
'Til they get they whole head knocked off
My nigga shell shocked from the crack era
Twenty years later comin' home together

[Verse Four: Young M.A.]
Uh! This that hood shit, what's really good shit
This that wish a nigga would shit, 2Pac and Suge shit
Got alot of niggas mad because the money's steady comin' in
And when I pull my phone out they bitches put they number in
Automatic guns you can call my niggas drummer men
And when they go BRRRAPPP!!! you see a bunch of runnin' men
If you ain't fuckin' with M.A. hey well fuck 'em then
The mixtape is comin', best way to bring the summer in nigga!

[Verse Five: Steele]
Uh, 25 years with an L on it
Put a closed eye, no scale on it
Buck and a quarter hope it come back
If not guns out when we come back
Circle day one all about the money
Paranoid niggas so we move funny
Cornered boy learn from the hand to hand
Death is life, you could die where you stand

[Verse Six: Tek]
I don't give a fuck, not a mu'fuck
Not a single solitary fuck pussy cream when the pistol buck
Keep a pistol tucked, come up missin' when you riff with us
Fuck the game duke I run the team the commissioner
+Dem a freak+ I'm a +Vicious+ one 
Got some bitches tougher than you niggas that'll hit you up
Tell the coroner, zip you up
Pop a zip, tell a sensai roll a sensi up

[Verse Seven: Buckshot]
Brooklyn, home of the official
Motherfuckers comin' with a shock for your body tissue
Probably miss you if you was somebody who was important
Irrelevant rappers gettin clapped in that black coffin
That's often seen when I'm on the scene, knahmean?
M.A. said "Get him Buck," I get him with the team, knahmean?
When I'm on the scene, knahmean?
M.A. said "Get him Buck," I get him with the team
Get him boy, feel what I'm spittin' boy
When the clip deploy niggas get destroyed - R.I.P.
Now all I need is a clip of weed
Blow it in the crowd, fuck loud that ain't shit to me
I'm a riot, nigga try it
You a joke, no laughin' but I'ma guarantee heads' dyin'
That's right, Feds eying, shots firin'
BK, the livest men bitch where I just went

[Outro: Buckshot]
Yeah yeah! I buck 'em down uh, I buck 'em down
I buck 'em down, I buck 'em down, I buck 'em down