Lyrics:
floorin', psycho like Norman
Bates, no trace, no murder case
Innocent like OJ
House niggas get scoped by the revolution shooters
Fuck Glyn Craig then we
Television, all hail grand pixelated god of
Fantasy, murder scape and perspective
Fuck a sore channel changed digit
I sit with a nasty network
road called the El Camino
Well, I've been a prince and you know I've been a post
By a barb wire fence and a murder of crows
I believe in all I've
[Featuring 2Pac]
2Pac:
Nigga, we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A., nigga, whatever you
niggas want. We bringin' it! Thug luv, nigga.
Ladies and gentleman
(Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time)
One-two, this thing on right here
(We ain't gonna stop)
Can y'all
craps everyday
Getting high on the block
Green bottles of private stock
2 dollar 40's
Sparks tell ya story
[Chorus]
[Sparks]
I come up
His crew they doing what they do
Follow orders killem all entire house and families 2
Rise 2 power like a king
Rain of terror in the spring
Weathers
Refugees
One time, M.O.P. (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Two times, uh, Bumpy Knuckles (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Now the world is in trouble, come on (oh, oh)
Yo, you're
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
real gangstas don't play
And if they romp wid us, they have to run away
[Verse 2: Junior Reid]
Know they romp wid us and they go run and a hide
the coupe is bloody murder, the coupe is bloody murder (Ay!)
Yeah that motherfucker black, let's all pour color purple (That's right)
34 squares so that 1200
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
[A Gang of Juggalos:]
WE BE DOING MURDER EVERYDAY, WE BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET AWAY,
YOU WON'T EVEN KNOW A WICKED CLOWN HAS HIT THY DOOR,
UNTIL
raised by the streets
And then the only other one that ever showed me love
Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs
A straight thug, just me, my mama
brand new
Fast forward, just bout a year or two murder rate high in the chi this shit getting cruel
Mama said it’s enough gotta pack and move
Growing up
mi put yuh pon the news
Two unknown killers pon yuh ends yuh ah walk thru
Wait till everybody come out then we take life by the group
St. Paul addi
You know I grew up with
Five sisters and no brothers
I'd be in Sunday school
And they tell us stories of Caine and Abel
You know the first murder
mother
fuck this beat up
bby boi issa murder(2x)
man must survive
inna d jungle
nothing vibes
i no want trouble
i way don suffer
i know d struggle
man
Can't find a way to leave the
Streets, from day to night
I kill my time off dubba-AA flexin’
Louie Bandz made another one d major, baby
Ooh, by
100 thousand in the trap them know who run it
Body found in Overtown them know who done it
Phil Jackson back 2 back we doing Jordan numbers
Keep
a nemesis
To find the perpetrators of crime
It was a waste of his time, we all the same in his mind
My two charges--both felonious
2 years mistaken
Pinewood apartments
This murder shit run through my bloodline
My Detroit family passed some demons to my soul I can’t escape
Verse 1
Somethin’ bout this
a motherfucking round
Chorus (2x):
Real niggas and we ride on them bustas
We some real niggas scream fuck them motherfuckers
(C-Murder)
I smoke weed, when
hands to sound out what I do
Where my dogs at cocker spaniel
Can't give you the chest code but here's the manual
I'm about to murder these pussy two times
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