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crackin and catchin red
I cash out to the color of my t shirt
Teeth were found by the stream, made em eat dirt
He heard i charge now for a feature
Me first,

I'm too trill I don't need pill to catch this kill
What time it is? It's time to drill
You keep your steel or you gone die
Murder man look in my eyes

get murder
Fuck with my niggaz get murdered
I got that strap by my side

I want it
Fuck with my niggaz get murder
I need it
That nigga tried it he dead

to the top

I ain't stopped by the Senate, still stuck to the block
And my nigga, he went, he was out, loose spots
Level 5, J-Buff, and my nigga, Bill Wheeler

Bullets fly, with a nine, looking like a murder scene, suicide, homicide,
Hoping they don't bury me
Look alive, don't get hit with fives, make you bleed

Werey werey Banjo
Bando werey werey bando
Bando bando werey werey bando 

Ekelebe stunner 
Hook me for me boarder 
Ordinary army robber 
Looking  by

must be blind, they don't want to see
Exotic smoke and dirty needles and crack pipes
That's what I seen in the tenderloin last night

Murder cases

the pyro created fueled by a mental disorder. Three and a half years after the murders, they gave the pyro the death penalty. The last murder was multiple

back when you see them bullets get to flyin
I ain't work by shit, nigga, miss me with that murder talk
Niggas get to trip me, knock them down just like

The stars above us twinkle and dance
As we lose ourselves in one another's trance
The silence of the night whispers our names
As two become one in

On the hatred of two minds
An uphill and manhunt
I can see through the mountain's eyes
Ooh those eyes
It's okay I'm awake
To feed into lies
It's okay I'm awake

on Coleman with the killers robbers crackheads and the villains
He ain't did nothing to nobody that lil boy is a civilian
Money drugs and murder all I know

[Break: x2]
I don't know, I don't know
What this world is coming to
All this rage, all this rage
All this rage, all this rage

[Anybody Killa:]
Let

The murder is murder round
Tryin to burn em' down
Reckless
I all blessed it
I hit the stage freak with such freshness
Two t-shirts and ah adidas suit
Im

Stop Hatin

Master P

Ghetto D

1997

niggas on the spot

Chorus 

Verse 2: Master P 

How do hatin get started?
It started by the jealous people 
and they get mad over the things you

One, two, three, pop, pop
One, two, three, pop, pop
One, two, three, pop, pop
Mr. Davis
One, two, three, pop, pop (okay)
Yeah (woo)
Okay, okay

The Set Up

Nas

It Was Written

1996

her
He came through with two fly bitches, Venus and Vicious
With two MAC's inside the Volvo
What up, God? I'm still sober
I need some Henn' to bend

(Woahh, yeahh)
I skip bitches by the 2 (Yeahhh, yeahhh)
Can't fuck all the time
Cause what else is left to do?

(Oooh, oooh)
(Oooh, oooh)

Yeah I know (I

don't even need to write
Or switch the flow you niggas know I ain't
Murder Fluke or Cicero i'm way sicker yo
So who ever supposed to be nice
Get two

halos halos

Watch this nigga, the boy that died, a king called Prince
Just like me but I got the chance to grow into AkinG
I was raised by two immigrant

Rip ya limbs off 1 by 1, 3 bats to the head with a 2 by 4
Get the fuck back up off the floor
Fuck about with a chainsaw mash up ya groin
Smash up ya

I'll punish some,
Bitch ass nigga be talking out his neck like I won't pull a murder one,
Come around my section we got that pressure bitch we been

Fish scale by the gram run you bout a C note
Niggaz weenies tucking chains like they spotted Deebo
Every line I kill shit cause its murder he wrote
It's

me, it's bed time This the same fuckin' song, and you still a dead guy
Niggas bitch made, one, two, three, four, five By the time I get to ten, them