Lyrics:
to Osama
Skepta the K-IN-G
Man start panicking when I MC
Yeah, J-A rules, but it's Boy Better Know
It's not Murder IN-C
Yo, there's some hating family
Never
, another murder
Another guy, another guy
I spy with my eye another nigga, another guy
Bloodbath deep in the city
Man run out with the ar15
Now the scheme
[Chorus]
Bone come break 'em down
Taking no shorts no losses man
Bone come break 'em down
Taking no shorts no losses man
Bone come break 'em
Skin color murdered by a black man who been brother
Or a cop who been Sucka through it all it be another
Black, man getting to the money
Black man, black
talking over chorus]
Man I don't even know if hip-hop is dead
But I do know that some of the bigest retails stores is going out of business
Record sales
Chorus
(C-Murder)
I'm waking up in cold sweats
I just realized
It wasn't a dream
I shot that fool in the drive by
another
Preach! The same rapper that die hard
Bruce Willis with a vest under the Izod
Wanna beat you? Man I ain't gotta try hard
You getting beat by the internet
her time was running thin
She was a victim of a murder ballad
On a bed of song and tragedy
Her life was taken by a cruel hand
In a cold and heartless
I mean, this nigga never
Been a leader anyway, man he abandoned
The firm he yelling out Bravehearts but
Running behind Murder Inc yo
Shout out
make you drink the kool aid
walking in two by two
one man and his zoo
until every lie on the planet comes crashing on you
until every cloud in the sky
may wake up and do it again
I'm TRU to da game
But if C Murder gotta die
But I ain't tripping
If I die by the trigga
I ain't no bitch ass nigga
Di youth dem get blind by stardom
Now di King of Kings a call
Ol' man to pickney
So wave unnu hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sick me
Dem
Rude boy uzi wrapped around bullet satchel
Slide up no hands we will snatch you
Drama that I rose from any man goes dumb
Drive by what bitch we do
droppin' dead all around me yo
I stop goin' to them wakes a few bodies ago
My man just came home and just like that
They hit again with murder he never
vibin', uh-uh
Okay, walk up in the spot lookin' extra fly
Got some rum and tequila, what's the play tonight
Smokin' strong in the villa by the bay, that's
The only way, for me to come back, is by makaveli
That's it! all these motherfuckers stole from me
I'm takin' back what's mine
Laughing you
This goes out to all my thug niggas and bitches out there (soldiers)
At ease solute see MURDER all the motherfuckin' riders out there
[Chorus]
A rude boy get murder cops were quicker on the draw
Another youth get murder a victim of the law
Rude boy get murder cops were quicker
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
kill sons
Can't get into the pen for murder one
I rather be rich, lay back and spark that shit
Killed now son of being hit by a bullet
Nigga shut
When the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I
ain’t moving shit but they lips
He got blind by that Choppa light That almost got Yo mans kilt
He lying like he bout that life But that ain’t how Yo ass
murder
Nigga, I'm trying to murk you when I come back busting
Nigga, my gun go off don't try to say I'm tripping
When I get to flipping and I smack
murder
Nigga, I'm trying to murk you when I come back busting
Nigga, my gun go off - don't try to say I'm tripping
When I get to flipping and I smack
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