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Now just be nice and hold your space
I won't entertain no more disgrace
Out in the street the call it murder 
When rhythm spacing out your head
Now just be nice and hold your space
I won't entertain no more disgrace
Out in the street the call it murder 
When rhythm spacing out your head
Now just be nice and hold your space
I won't entertain no more disgrace
Out in the street the call it murder 
When rhythm spacing out your head
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
side by side.
 
Murders in the Rue Morgue
Someone call the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
Run before the killers go free
 
There's some
like, when it's hittin a little harder than drizzle
And pickles flyin out pistols, gotta niggaz cryin they Christians and
I can't believe shit has come
like, when it's hittin a little harder than drizzle
And pickles flyin out pistols, gotta niggaz cryin they Christians and
I can't believe shit has come
murder
Geah
Come on

Time flies when doin drive-by's
Cause it only takes a sec
For boom bam to empty the tec
Not givin a fuck if the clip is empty
If y'all
girls lay side by side. 

Murders in the Rue Morgue 
Someone call the Gendarmes 
Murders in the Rue Morgue 
Run before the killers go free
by side

Murders in the Rue Morgue
Someone call the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
Run before the killers go free

There's some people coming down
chance they get
Cross you out on a lick
If you ain't ready for the ending then quit
It's a dirty world, you gotta get your hands dirty
I'm going for
chance they get
Cross you out on a lick
If you ain't ready for the ending then quit
It's a dirty world, you gotta get your hands dirty
I'm going for
Who suffered for what they didn't do
We're living in a system,
We are the victims and that is so true
Amadou Diallo Reggae music knows your name
Amadou
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,
breaks out, she grabs a knife
Tempers esculate to a total rage
Shots burst out from a loaded twelve-gauge
They call it mass murder, suicide
BUT SOMEBODY
the Reggae version, hey, for the People in
the Third World... we haven't forgotten anybody on this song.. .for all of you French
people...who think that you
the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, it's all mine

Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye
Got a 4-5 that'll leave a hole in
killa killa killa I'll pull your card 

Just got out of jail beat a murder charge 

Nigget niggaz in the hood don't take no crap 

Quick to get the gat
breaks out, she grabs a knife
Tempers esculate to a total rage
Shots burst out from a loaded twelve-gauge
They call it mass murder, suicide
BUT SOMEBODY
the money when I didn't have a dime
Maybe a way out before committing crimes
Coulda been Lauryn, perhaps it was Pras
Probably the mirror looking dead in my
and a half a slab and shit a nigga was dying
I'm finally back in the world and its hard but I'm still trying

Not to fall and risk my freedom again trying
Woooooo
Murder Inc. motherfucker

[Chorus:]
We world wide connected, and ya'll don't want to fuck with us
In the streets we respected, so ya'll
meat
They want it every day 
Not to mention di week 
Woy
Say Reggae Music run di world 
Me respect dat 
Cuz every time we touch the mic 
Dem
places 
I'm here to squash it all original will speak 
Scarface on your ass from the streets 
I left my cut, in fear of a prison term 
They want to put
mine, it's mine
	Whose world is this?

I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged
Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin