Murder She Wrote Lyrics

[Tairrie B]
I'm ready...

[Hook]
A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees
A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees
A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees
Murder She Wrote

[Verse 1: Tairrie B]
Steadily, I approach a sucker strapped with my medley
Them not knowing that I'm beautiful but deadly
Remove the pen from my pocket
Take the mic, plug it in the socket
Proceed to rock it, no need to stop it
If the beat is dope, Quincy D' ll drop it
For the blonde bombshell from hell
And if you call me a devil... well, I'm Italian
But if you want to step and get wild
I'll take your ass out mafia style
9 millimeters of rhyme on the charts with a bullet
Got my finger on the trigger, then they pull it
For being controversial, not commercial, I'm down
Jack to the sound of the underground
I got the gat on the strap, you on the scope
Gunnin' the rap called Murder She Wrote

[Hook]
A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees
A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees
A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees
Murder She Wrote

[Verse 2: Tairrie B]
My ball pen is my weapon
Loaded with knowledge, my lyrics are stepping
Better yet kept in my mind and to find the key
You gotta rewind or talk to me
No idol threats intended just straight up fact
Like the management company that stands in back
Of this woman is assuming that the girl ain't down
Will lead you to the label which reads Comptown Not brown or black, as a matter of fact, I'm white
So believe the hype
Deep sixin' the mix, Quincy D he kicks
The bass as they open the case
But there ain't no witness, you can't get with this
And if you try, you'll end in my hitlist
So guess the rest, press can quote
Dead on arrival for Murder She Wrote

[Hook]
A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees
A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees
A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees
Murder She Wrote

[Verse 3: Tairrie B]
A low profile, that's the style
My set don't sweat, no need to get wild
When it comes to violence I'm down for the crime
No silencer on this rhyme
Homicide recital, the title is murder
If you pointing a finger, then you heard her
The lips are red, pen packing lead
Not soft coming off from the top of my head
You're better off dead then to try and get raw
I'm the gangster's moll, above the law
Yeah I said it, want to make some of it
Go ahead step up, the crowd will love it
And you'll be played like a snitch
We'll introduced to a ruthless bitch
So on that note, here's one last quote
Case closed and that's all she wrote

[Hook]
A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees
A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees
A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees
Murder She Wrote

Rest in peace
Murder She Wrote is brought to you by
The Quincy D Sound Lab
And of course the rest of the Comptown posse

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