Mac - Murda, Murda, Kill, Kill (Ft. Mystikal) Prod. KLC

Producer / KLC (Released July 21, 1998) Lyrics / Mmm Mmmmmm [Mac] Soldier rag on my eye, soldier fit on my frame I scream, “Whoa“ when I come through makin that MAC-11 sang If I die in battle, tell my folks I wasn’t no joke when I blasted Wrap me up in camoflauge, and put that tank on my casket That nigga was hip hop, that nigga was gangsta That nigga was tall, that nigga was slim That nigga was shell shocked, you wouldn’t want fuck with him I hung with killas, I hung with soldiers, I hung with Gs I hung with thugs, I hung with them niggas who probably wanted to murder Me But fuck em, I cross my heart and pull the trigger Dear God if I die, let me see the eyes of my killa, so I can haunt that Nigga Poppa shot me through the rubber He knew that I would be a young bad muthafucka When I Chorus (2x): Murder, murder (murder, murder) Kill, kill (kill, kill) Shit’s real (shit’s real) On the battlefield (on the battlefield)