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Stone cold killers in these Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder, murder
Call 9-1-1, emergency
Hands up in the air for the world
a nigga clock
Everybody gettin' rocked when we hop out
Pussy better not cry now
Nigga where we from it's the code that we live or we die by
Grrrrrat,
simple to take their lives,
Today she walks free...Axe by her side...

[Chorus]
She's Miss Lizzy, she feels no pain
The axe came down
She's Miss
a trace
Lizzy found it so simple to take their lives
Today she walks free, axe by her side

She's Miss Lizzy, she feels no pain
The axe came down
She's Miss
Word to god
Y'all know who the fuck this is
You know we would kidnap yo kids
You know what the fuck we do
Murder bitch niggas like you
For real,
the chance to live?

Can I betray the man
Who once inspired my voice?
Do I become his prey
Do I have any choice?

He kills without a thought
He murders all
yo fuckin lip up
'cause money and murder is the code that I live by
Come to ya set and do a muthafuckin walk by
Deep in the game preparing for
we live to die
What's up wit that murder why'all?
See my little cousin was hung
Somebody really wrong anybody want to touch that star?
And Ms.
What's up with murder y'all, see my little cousin was hung 
Somebody was really wrong, everybody want to test us dawg
Then Miss Sleazy set up Eazy
Ain't no time for bitchin
Callin police and snitchin
You live by the gun, you die by the gun
Don't do this killin shit for real, why do the shit for fun?
we live to die
What's up wit that murder why'all?
See my little cousin was hung
Somebody really wrong anybody want to touch that star?
And Ms.
couldn't get by me, why me 
A soldier that has a backround of murders and robbery 
That shit that used to be my hobby 
Never do it sloppy, make the job
live to die

What's up with murder y'all, see my little cousin was hung
Somebody was really wrong, everybody want to test us dawg
Then miss sleazy
slingers, crack slingers and cracker shankers
They soldier-train us, teaching their kids to murder strangers
They live for danger, they express the "I
Word to god
Y'all know who the fuck this is
You know we would kidnap yo kids
You know what the fuck we do
Murder bitch niggas like you
For real,
this cash 
Will I be subject to kill, live my life by a gat 
Just when I think I made it out, the street is calling me back 

Chorus: 
(Nature) 
I
see everybody in the building, my nigga L, 
My nigga Gab, my whole Murder Inc. mob, 
Yo, you know how we do, yo, yo all my niggas

This here is
We will fight when the night is done
We live our lives tonight as one
We live our lives tonight as one, one

I'm a bad mother-, shout your mouth
better than y'all
And by the way, rest in peace 'Pac and Biggie Smalls, yeah

This the real hip hop
(Ay, you know we miss you 'Pac and Biggie)
This
vertabrae, lookin for a better way 

to get my point across, thoughts accelerate 

at the same speed, of the murder rate 

Lord, never perpetrate
Another bombong, another hijack,
We'll never get our hostages back, brutal murders 'til the end
Atomic safety, non-existent, Chernobyl's burning,
We
know magic, soaking wet pussy on the matress
Skin like Cleopatra's, the leading actress
She been fucking since we went to fourteen, look at Miss Thing
Boi . . .

[Layzie]
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me

Everybody by now should know my label, my thugsta
These things guidin'
don't try to double cross me
Like Tennessee ghouls, I'll nail that ass to the cross, b
Revenge mode, I live life by the sword
And if you live by it, die
life by the sword
And if you live by it, die by it, I'll still kill your horse
Set me up, coming back, like a thief in the night
I'll have a suicide