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It's the return of the murderer, maniac
automatic M 11 in the handbag
The of it, the beginning of the Baghdad
Your brains blowed out, in a trash bag

Unidentified, him up a John Doe
Got most of the pieces, but they found his arms though
It's far from a record, I'm different than these rap
A real nigga, won't to clap fools

Ski mask you come up to you lay at
Cock back, squeeze, and put him where face at
The nerve of you niggaz, believin' I'ma games
You who I'm wit, so I ain't gotta say names

You pussy, 'cuz you a Jew
Ain't had love for y'all, make me clap you
And it's a done deal, don't with what the truth is
Hide behind that motherfuckin' desk but when the truth's

It's on for ya, mean your lifeline shortens
Death to the niggaz who disrespected the
I'm not a pop nigga, what radio say
Fuck what do, but this is all day

Hood nigga, I ain't gotta you what my life like
'Cuz you don't a motherfucker like Mike
I a house nigga scum like you fools is
I was bred born and raised in this true

Funny how a get caught up in all the glamor
And then they finally come to grips this can happen
To anybody, won't discriminate who catch
Get in the way and you a victim of a death

A declaration of a war and a warnin'
Follow the leader but be aware opponent
Is in the window got guerrillas you rest at
And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet

Aight, let's get
Fuck the rap game I'm the nigga, period
If you ain't feelin' me you how it goes
Jump bitch, I can't wait to kill one of you

It's on if you got
You can be a cop, a dealer, or a pro athlete
Bottom line, I don't give a about'cha
If I pop you in the neck, I bet blood come out'cha

While your label behind you greasin' his dick
Your stupid ass on a video, cheesin' and
J ain't shorted me a if he owe you bucks
The way I see you a and you deserve to be fucked

D is the nigga that'll bloody your clothes
Don't think you know me 'cuz you the hook to "Bald head Hoe"
I light you up a sawed off and stab yo' ass
In the leg, in the chest, in the back and

Aight nigga, stab him in the leg in the
In the and mouth, let 'em haul him off
Give me a handy shotty
And a plug of PCP, I'll anybody

Bust him in the ass 'til still
I'm Chuck wick bitch, your heel
A nigga quick to give a tall ass whoopin'
Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of

Lookin' to start shit, I ain't like Scooby and Shaggy
Piss me off you Duck like Daffy
if you in a rest home I'll pop ya
Even if you got a vest on drop ya

how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor
And they finally come to grips that this can happen
To anybody, won't discriminate who catch
Get in the way and you a victim of a death

A declaration of a war and it's a
the leader but be aware your opponent
Is in the got guerillas where you rest at
And to hit a motherfucker, bet that