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Mursday, kill 'em Yeah, technicians, mercenaries, believers, strangers, let's go [Verse 1: Murs] Provadil, thirteen-hundredth block Where you from? From my hood, I took a hundred shots Got my chain up on sunset in front of all the stars G-O, N9nes, Wrek and Bernz, it's like it's all of ours Said i need my own parade Fuck it give me hand grenades Watch me make a suicide salad out a rap ballad For the love of the kill, I kill for the love I'm murderin' this track and you won't see no blood Cause' I got my dodger groove on They ask us why then move on Strange gang nigga, till' I'm stiff with a suit on Disrespect the clique, and oh, you know they ain't got far to go That's when I grab em by the neck, hit em' with that RKO Outta nowhere, I'm on my viper shit Might just have to resurrect the dead and bring back Piper's pit Cause' we about to teach the industry a strange lesson Just when they think they found the answer, we change the question [Verse 2: Bernz] [Verse 3: Wrekonize] SongtexteFrom beneath the stars, Wrek is the definition of underrated Gotta walk with a pop, cause the heat that we drop has been so understated Give me my props, or get left behind with no horse and saddle We bringing hitters to Strange, figures the verse is agile We got some Jack in the bag, and we stacking the fact that you can't get it cracking Don't need a half a mil to battle, taking anybody's challenge So if you want it then hop on board and just keep your balance Cuz strange will have you feeling bout' as fly as Richie Valens Bitch ass, my cypher's known to cut you quick, fast Get a whiplash from the big gash that I be leaving on ya, making all the kids laugh, and I be dropping bombs like all stars, check the car card, on ya'll, I drop bombs off when I'm hauled off against pawn stars Guess that's what happens when you let the tweakers cover all the bacon Aus Songtexte Mania