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Superstar (Double Murder = Double Platinum) Lyrics

from Terrorist Threats

"Superstar (Double Murder = Double Platinum)" is track #11 on the album Terrorist Threats. It was written by Ruffin, Tamir/moorehead, Dennis/jackson, Kevontay.
"Superstar (Double Murder = Double Platinum)" is track #11 on the album Terrorist Threats. It was written by Ruffin, Tamir/moorehead, Dennis/jackson, Kevontay.

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While you're shuckin' and jivin' howdy drivin'
Rollin' in my SUV
All my plus three thugs on the way to the club
And when I come you got love for me
'Cause I'm a super superstar
You know we're super superstars

Everybody know jail records sell records
I'ma catch a case come to court nigga bail naked
I got the formula double murder equal double platinum
I know these bitch niggaz wonderin' why I'm bustin' at 'em
The rich an' famous ignoramus
It's kind of heinous with the picture of the world that he paint us
The most dangerous angriest lyrics that a thug got
Ain't enough nigga where your mug shot?

Where's your drug spot nigga you's a was-not
I can't bump your shit if you never was shot
Before you bust a verse nigga go snatch a purse
You ain't my dogg till you laid up in a Herse
And you'll learn about loyalty when the record company
Try to fuck your family out the royalty
Your number one with a bullet and you took it in the back
Goddamn that nigga can rap

While you're shuckin' and jivin' howdy drivin'
Rollin' in my SUV
All my plus three thugs on the way to the club
And when I come you got love for me
'Cause I'm a super superstar
You know we're super superstars

Now break me down, check my resume, tell me what it say
It's the hood or nothing cross 'em out and put a K
No no, it don't matter how good you spit
If you ain't hit the trauma unit they ain't playin' your shit
Who gives a fuck if your money and game up to par
'Cause jail time and bullets make a nigga a star
But it's a shame you ain't gettin' no real ass figures
Got these white kid fooled like you some real ass nigga

But most of y'all is cowards ain't nothin' like me
'Cause I'm a Westside motherfucker Inglewood G
And fuck sellin' records if I gotta get murd
I'd rather put my hustles down cook and cut up work
And it ain't but a few real killas and scrappers
And all these so-called gangstas really backpack rappers
And I can care less about a battlin' skills
'Cause when you bump Mack 10 you get the real reel

While you're shuckin' and jivin' howdy drivin'
Rollin' in my SUV
All my plus three thugs on the way to the club
And when I come you got love for me
'Cause I'm a super superstar
You know we're super superstars

Fucked up down the game is fucked up now
This new rapper got shot and looked up now nigga
Fuck a peace service soon as dub hit the surface
I got 'em shakin' and nervous 'cause y'all done created a murderous
Brazin' tattoo so blaze the zag fool afraid the gat you
Got my gauge right at you
Fuck Paula Abdul I'm an American Idol
With my album cover posin' with a semi auto rifle

'Cause murderin' vital cells and steels ain't real enough
The media wants drama so I ain't givin' a fuck
If I kill me nigga won't get shot in the heart
I can hit the countdown to one-o-six and park
So bang this shit nigga hang that shit
You say you don't but I know you love this gangsta shit nigga
'Cause bulletholes and record sales go to together
Like cops an' radars ash and A and R

While you're shuckin' and jivin' howdy drivin'
Rollin' in my SUV
All my plus three thugs on the way to the club
And when I come you got love for me
'Cause I'm a super superstar
You know we're super superstars

To all my niggaz lovin' chicken and watermelon
Talk brokin' English and drug sellin'
Rap murderous lyrics and story tellin'
You got to be a felon to get your shit sellin'
And if it got to be that way
A nigga murder me a rapper today
It just happened today, so if I come clappin' your way
It's just to sell what a nigga sold back in the day

Bang this and my niggaz get dangerous
Bang this with a four five stainless
Bang this and the bitches go painless
Bang this if you want to be famous
Bang this and my niggaz get dangerous
Bang this with a four five stainless
Bang this and the bitches go painless
Bang this if you want to be famous

Songwriters
RUFFIN, TAMIR/MOOREHEAD, DENNIS/JACKSON, KEVONTAY

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