Murderers and Robbers Lyrics & Tabs by Project Pat
Murderers and Robbers
guitar chords lyrics
Now it's a nigga all on the dick
Of the six double six
Mafia niggas pull them triggas
Let him feel the lead
It's a pimp type nigga
But you don't understand me
A Tec medallion on my rope
A Tec ruger in my hang, g
Shootin' on these suckers who got anna
Because I won't produce them a track
So I react by puttin' a bullet in they back
These niggas got problems, let it be known, ho
My .380'll solve 'em, like a psychiatrist
And yo this nigga be jealous when they see how strong my pimpin' be
Pick the ho one day, the next day she's workin' the street
My .380'll solve 'em, like a psychiatrist
And yo this nigga be jealous when they see how strong my pimpin' be
Pick the ho one day, the next day she's workin' the street
I got game for 'em because these busters so lame
It ain't a thing man for me to work a bitch man
I got money in my pocket from these hoes that I got
Been about my busi-ness, peepin' inside my fat stack
This Tec-9 makin' these motherfuckers panic
Held in the hand by a psychopathic schizophrenic
My name is Lord Infamous
Chainsaw blades grind down to the gristle
Stab you in your motherfucking face or hizzead with the chisel
Pistols, knives,
niggas lives ain't worth a nickel
Antichrist with the sickle
Scarecrow, demonic schizophrenic hell dweller
Pieces of decomposed bodies they fill up the bloody drawers down in my cellar
I need to quit drinking the liquor and chiefin' the blizzunts
That's full of the reefer and we are the intoxicated suspects
It may be all the reasons why I feel these niggas must bleed
The evil seed,
dead vultures in the trees
Intense pain
, black razors in the breeze
Degrees, 600 Fahrenheit 66 Celsius
Lord Infamous the Scarecrow
Stab my pitchfork in your guts
Don't hide just because Lucifer is coming
He knows all your secrets, no escape so why you running?
But you's a gangster motherfucker, prove that shit you sell
My name is Lord Infamous fool and I sleep in hell
I'm the one you don't fuck with so don't even try me
A motherfucking soldier, you gon' have to kill me
Kill me you bitch ass boy that's what I said
A murderer, robber, I'll stab you in your head
I'm realistic to the god damn bone
You say you got a gang? Goddammit bring it on
Cause niggas trip me out always trying to playin' that they hard
Ridin' around the hood shootin' up a nigga's car
A car ain't alive and a car ain't the nigga
You sayin' I'mma die? Motherfucker pull the trigga
I figured you's a ho when I first caught you slippin'
Fool it's Project Pat and I'm game for a killin'
Now thinkin' I'mma run, that's a stupid ass mistake
You say you got a gun, I got a gun and I ain't fake
I'll take all the time that it takes this ain't a try
Cause when I catch your ass, lame nigga you gon' die
