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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Axe Murder Boyz
Axe Murder Boyz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Garcia
James Garcia
Songwriter
Michael Garcia
Michael Garcia
Songwriter

Lyrics

Do we got a problem motherfucker? (Motherfucker) AMB them Rydas motherfucker (Motherfucker) Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that (Motherfucker) Aye Fuck the talking boy cause I ain't for discussion Bitch I'm going in, we all born of sin Evil never win, I just laugh and grin Once again, justice kicking in I ain't had a pill, not a drink Bitch I learn to cope Trust me, I got gas, and I will blast They ain't want no smoke Division all in your mission, that's why no one listening Cause you ain't never been true, everything that we been through I'm never through, fuck what the devil would do I see a whole lot of enemies, never was frenemy I got the remedy though, and with a blade to your throat Sick in the soul, I just get rid of my foes Walking alone with my boys on the phone But I'm chilling with something up under my coat Neighborhood bullies I hope you feel lucky Cause it ain't no fucking with this .44 Fuck all that back and forth, fuck is you wacking for I just been grinding my stack and capital Carry the axe and the world on my back Its so I'm with that action though Yo who wanna battle em now Do we got a problem motherfucker? I said do we got a problem motherfucker? Aye! Do we got a problem motherfucker? I said do we got a problem motherfucker? Aye Let em know, bitch you better Bitch I'm bout a check, give me my respect Or get that neck, open up to death Feel the stress, now you facing death It ain't nothing left, take the stress Now you facing death, bitch I don't forget Do we got a problem motherfucker? (Motherfucker) If you spit that hate, I make you kick the bucket (Motherfucker) Fuck these little bitches, know that I don't trust em (I don't trust em) And if you don't believe me, I'm about to show em like One time its a homicide (Homicide) (Homicide) Run your mouth then you gon' die (You gon die) (You gon die) Murder clique, we multiply (Multiply) (Multiply) You can run but you can't hide (You can't hide) (You can't hide) Like oh, know that I've done it before I don't take any bullshit no more I will murder the block and I got it on lock He gon die if he fucking with bone (Fucking with bone) How many times do I gotta repeat it Until you motherfuckers believe it I got some demons, I leave em dead and they bleeding Smoking the life out and do drop, stop Man you don't know what the fuck I been through Life too short to be fucking with you I see you fake motherfuckers gon talk But won't talk anymore when you walk at the booth Truth, you gon end up a rep And I ain't be talking about that she a spit The end of your life that be coming up quick Empty the whole fucking clip on you bitch Do we got a problem motherfucker? I said do we got a problem motherfucker? Aye Do we got a problem motherfucker? I said do we got a problem motherfucker? Let em know, bitch you better Bitch I'm bout a check, give me my respect Or get that neck, open up to death Feel the stress, now you facing death It ain't nothing left, take the stress Now you facing death, bitch I don't forget We been on the grind, we ain't taking no loss Beast inside my mind and I'm breaking you off I been in the dark down low, it's like I need that to grow We been on the grind, we ain't taking no loss Beast inside my mind and I'm breaking you off I been in the dark down low, it's like I need that to grow Do we got a problem motherfucker (Motherfucker) Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that (Motherfucker) Aye Let em know, do we got a problem motherfucker (Let em, let em, let em know) Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that motherfucker Aye Let em know, bitch you better Bitch I'm bout a check, give me my respect Or get that neck, open up to death Feel the stress, now you facing death It ain't nothing left, take the stress Now you facing death, bitch I don't forget We interrupt our program to give you this important message
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