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Stone cold killers in Compton streets
One on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder,
Murder,
Call emergency
Hands up in the air for the you'll see
It's murder, it's
Murder,

My daddy done killed a
Went and put dome to her head
My done killa you
Don't feel a pull a part man and
(Let me up!) it look like?
See my daddy kill 'em dead
Bullets come down from the
My done killa you
feel a pull a part that man and
(Let me up!) it look?

Stone cold killers in Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all on me
Murder,
Murder,
9-1-1 emergency
Hands up in the air for the you'll see
It's murder, murder
Murder,

(It's been a 187 in bitch!)
Murderess, murder listen, hit a suburban
Tinted ride at your wifey (Blah!) and I bet you miss her
Reload the protools and we throw the clip in both
That's one on the and one in the right hand, Scottie Pippen both ways
Been doin' drive bys got this industry time lined
Lookin' like Rosecrans when throw up them signs, but I
I'm talkin' about bottom where it's hot grinds
Shit, I'm just tryna get and keep 'em guys high
Sometimes I feel like I could just 'em, bury 'em
delirium, mass hysteria, scarier area
I'm very aware that hip hop somethin' to carry it
So I married that bitch and down in that chariot
Hangin' way too fuckin' close, beware the
This is hub city nigga, make us embarrass you
Man, you should be realistic, these niggas 'round ballistic
We did the numbers and you like another statistic

Stone cold killers in these streets
One hand on the 9, all on me
Murder,
Murder,
Call 9-1-1
Hands up in the air for the to see
murder, it's murder
Murder,

Ahh, recognize whatever side the sides reside until the has risen
in a project building, dodgin' the module ceilings
I ride, I'mma ride in a stolen
Ride with the of five blind men, my vision (Corrupted)
Mama tried counselin', five plans for Kendrick (But it)
My ties, had sabotaged Rosecrans existence (abducted)
My on surveillance, they payed me a visit (Disgusting)
Our packed, raiders in black
Curls drippin', bullet, palladium in my strap
I lie on the of a one way street
Nowhere to go, all I can see
I say "Fuck is up?", I fuck 'em up, your up or somethings up
I hoping all get orthotist, it before the double dutch broke
Plenty ruckus with the weapon I it under oath
My discretion, your blessing, fuck your life
Fuck your hope, your mama
Fuck your daddy, fuck you dead
the world up when we came up, that's Compton homie!

Murder,


It's all

Murder,
Murder,
It's a murder
(It's a 187 in this bitch!)