Released on March 8, 2010

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[Chorus: Danny Brown & Guilty Simpson]

(Murder game)

Playing on the 1-8-7

Bullets fly around this bitch 2-4-7

Make a homicide at a 2-11

Have a motherfucking running straight towards heaven

(Murder game)

Playing on the 1-8-7

Bullets fly around this bitch 2-4-7

Make a homicide at a 2-11

Have a motherfucking running straight towards heaven

(Murder game)


[Verse 1: Danny Brown]

Laying down the murder game flat

Show me where we is, nigga, show me where we at

And he ain't in his crib, we gon' find us where we at

Run up on him with the SIG, let him notice where we at

Now tell me where we is, I'mma cop a couple shells

Leave your stomach drippin' like an open lunchpale

Run up on a nigga with the 40, go BLACKO!

This nigga soft like a old hard taco (Murder game)

Just a bunch of niggas losing

SWATS and the jacks now owe me conclusion

Niggas get retired, everything a nigga lost

Pay a nigga off, send him to the pay off

Toss a nigga over, when a shoot don't miss

Hit his backboard now walking with a limp

Ain't a woman in a city for the losers

And your mama cryin', that's a real loose-up

[Chorus: Danny Brown & Guilty Simpson]

(Murder game)

Playing on the 1-8-7

Bullets fly around this bitch 2-4-7

Make a homicide at a 2-11

Have a motherfucking running straight towards heaven

(Murder game)

Playing on the 1-8-7

Bullets fly around this bitch 2-4-7

Make a homicide at a 2-11

Have a motherfucking running straight towards heaven

(Murder game)

Yo, brass knuckle rap, nigga, kill all y'all niggas

Listen, yo


[Verse 2: Guilty Simpson]

Blood up slave, home of the brave

He gets no return when your fat catch grenad

I ducked out raz' with a chopper and a swiss blade

Smack a bitch nigga with a popper, 'cause he bitch made

I turn you frontyard crimson, homo

You choke when Simpson come around like Romo

My gun swiss cheese bozos, the car po-po

I'm with your polo, whoop ass like bolo, oh no

I must've lost it, dreams of having' Henny in my faucets

Shoot guns, then toss it, be cautious

Fuck your stare, ARs take your tops off like Tupperware

I'm a motherfucking problem, deal with it

You can bring all your security and still get it

Fools realize that their homeboys are not as hard

'Cause they fuckin' bodyguards need a bodyguard

[Chorus: Danny Brown & Guilty Simpson]

(Murder game)

Playing on the 1-8-7

Bullets fly around this bitch 2-4-7

Make a homicide at a 2-11

Have a motherfucking running straight towards heaven

(Murder game)

Playing on the 1-8-7

Bullets fly around this bitch 2-4-7

Make a homicide at a 2-11

Have a motherfucking running straight towards heaven

(Murder game)