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Boss Run Catch Kill

' murda, mo' murda Come, come again Mo' murda, mo' murda Come, come again Mo' murda, mo' murda Come, come again Gotta kill, get 'em nowhere to run Can

murder Killer when the night falls And it ain't shit to kill, 'cuz I really don't love ya Don't run, run, run, I like my knife Run up with that gun, gun

crack took toll Went from being fine as hell to look at my guest or roll I'm swoll, a boss with a perm and a frown They say chicks don't run for witness

ain't going back and forth Your boss and your captain's soft (Bitch) Niggas know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to You can run

n My new name from now on, don't even call me Royce Da 5'9" no mo' Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)

make the deal go through If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do Please make yo' killings clean, slugs up in between they eyes, like "True Lies," kill

the attic, long dist' the target After that, do the walk-through like phone booths What'chu gon' do when them dudes run up on you And rock ya body, body, catch

niggaz want beef, Big Pun speak And let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion Puerto Ricans known for slashin' catchin

I'm a motherfuckin' G Goddamn I'm a Knock you out like NyQuil, I'll kill you quick You sucker-for-love-ass trick So don't run up, wit' ya gun up 'Cause