Lyrics:
the inforcer'
Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E
a man like D-E-E, come on
Come on do you really think I give
Two shit's if you're greazy?
I don't think so
You man ain't seen greazy yet
When my mandem
ain't nothin'
Mic check, one-two, check one, stretch two
When it come to murder, you know how we do
When I walk in this bitch, keep your hands
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
vocals combine with a Colt
They playin' this in every club, whip, party and bar you in
Give you more blood clots than two Jamaicans arguin'
Sweat till
Yo, one two one two
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
It's the Wu, creepin' in the shadows
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
(Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang)
"Oh
Yo, one two one two
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
It's the Wu, creepin' in the shadows
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
(Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang)
"Oh
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Pluto Richey, Richey Pluto, however, you wanna say it (bah-bah-bah-bah)
Yeah, murder
Two of my chains ten-hundred thousand, one of my rings cost
Yeah, yeah, uh huh
Race against time, ha part two
You know, haha,
Uh, see'mon
Yeah, yeah, yeah, haha
Nothin like the future
[Verse 1]
Guess
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
killa, do a murder for the price
So call the ambulance, and put this bitch up on some ice
[Chorus: Repeat 2X
]
(*Z-Ro talking*)
2K3, S-L-A-be ,
Hey, young world
M-murder, fake man
Y'all know the beef from the hood, it'll never
Tell 'em DJ turn it up, turn-turn-turn it up
The bitches,
Blinky Blink, we don't stop
My sis Baby Stase, she don't stop
Killer Cam', Cardan, they the fam'
One two, we don't stop
I know you thinkin', how many
buuuuuuck!)
[Chorus]
[Twista]
You knocked out by the Windy City southpaw
No cookin in the kitchen homie we put out raw
Midwest outlaw, fuck with it? I doubt
nigga I ain't never really been out flowed by no boy
Your food look just right
I'ma eat your porridge
Even though I'm full as a motherfucker like no
it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties
at the Weiner Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the nigga pulled
Out a strap, said it's 6-0, I ducked, then he missed me
Now I'm
us forget it, two verses
Two murders acquitted, personally it's a wrap, capiche?
Fingers snapping and tapping they feet
Clapping what happened
From his foes he did not hide
It's hard to think that this great man is dead (oh yes)
Will the murders never cease
Are thy men or are they beasts?
these boots
Lord of the hood, I got the crossbolt
Bulls eye bitch arrow in yo throat
(Hook 2x)
(Lord Infamous)
Beat,Rob, Break, Murder, Erase
Don't
control over the masses
Co-sponsored by environmentally safe gases
Watch for the PBS special
It's the perpetuation of the two party system
Where image
And them haters better not say shit
See me hustle with the same two hands I pray with
See us livin' in hell this heat is flamin'
Generation
Yasir
Cho Cho Cho Cho
Bobo Bobo
Come two by two by two by two by two by two
If you want I go do the do the do the do the do the do
Hot spice
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