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Checking out the mail and all the bills to pay
Maybe something special's going to happen
Maybe this is my lucky day

The forecast says heavy weather
So
a murder after midnight

(There's gonna be a killin after midnight)
(You can say this one's a murder by a lunatic)

Say what?

3 or 4 minutes
sellin? dope and murder
In this crazy world

This world keep spinnin?, yeah my rims still spinnin?
Even though the money slow we still spinnin? in this
a movie where George Bush had a bearded man on his squad,
So much power from oil money that poor folks can't sit by him,
No problem, Osama, Bin Laden, Been
Bill ain't a sucka
Part one tripped y'all out part two is a motherfucker
Gimme some bob and I'll start by killing me
I'm dead so pass the bob G
bills 

And fake ass fives that they don't even drive 

Hip hop is war and only strong MCs will survive 

( 2x ) 



[ Holocaust ] 

Half dead
Chorus (Flaj)
What we see [what we see] everyday [everyday]
Livin' in the ghetto this is where I stay
[What we do] what we do [to get by] to get
[C Murder] 
Wha? 
Ghetto boy 
Just a lil' Ghetto Boy 
Chorus 
A lil' a lil' a lil' a lil' a lil' a lil' 
Just a lil' ghetto boy [Repeat: x4]
and missin'
Bulletproof cars are driven, Teflon edition
Bodies cut up in large chunks, thrown in car trunks
Music inside the bar stunk
Gettin' surrounded by
and drank, heavy on the sherm
And you don't want to get fronted by Joseph, cause his turns burn
Nigga fuck you pay me, but its been slow round here 'Ro 
Nigga
damage on our quest for cabbage
They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it
Most wanted by the population murdered you for it
Exploit your weakness
damage on our quest for cabbage
They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it
Most wanted by the population murdered you for it
Exploit your weakness
into a murder scene

I'm paranoid, tone misquoted
Should not since my early teens
But I'm drop that note, grab me under sixteen
You can bring all
spit the bricks ate the boxcar spit the burners
Ate the planet spit the murder
Funny farm rampage from writing rap for milk money built ugly
but
of a nigga don't give a fuck about ya'
Won't even talk about ya', ho
You ain't know? I'm just a hustler, in spite of myself
Ridin' all by myself, without no
a murder scene
I'm paranoid, tone misquoted
Should not since my early teens
But I'm drop that note, grab me under sixteen
You can bring all the niggas
M-O-E, Murder Of Everything in front of us
And can't nobody stop it, because the reaper's coming to cancel every one of us
And it's all gravy, all of my