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

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

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

(It's a 187 in this bitch!)
Murderess, murder listen, hit a suburban
windows ride at your wifey (Blah!) and I bet you miss her
Reload the and we throw the clip in both trays
That's one on the left and one in the right hand, Scottie Pippen both
Been doin' drive bys got this music industry lined
Lookin' like Rosecrans when niggas throw up signs, but I
I'm about that bottom where it's hot grinds
Shit, I'm tryna get paid and keep 'em guys high
Sometimes I feel like I could bury 'em, bury 'em
Cause delirium, hysteria, scarier area
I'm very aware hip hop needed somethin' to carry it
So I married that bitch and down in that chariot
Hangin' way too close, beware the barrier
This is hub city nigga, don't make us you
Man, you should be realistic, niggas 'round here ballistic
We did the numbers and you lookin' like another

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

Ahh, recognize whatever side the sides reside the dead has risen
Live in a project building, dodgin' the ceilings
I ride, I'mma in a stolen jeep
with the eyes of five blind men, my vision (Corrupted)
Mama tried counselin', plans for Kendrick (But fuck it)
My ties, had sabotaged Rosecrans existence (abducted)
My aliens on surveillance, they me a visit (Disgusting)
Our stadium's packed, raiders in
drippin', silver 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 'em up, your supper's up or somethings up
I hoping all get orthotist, rope it the double dutch broke
Plenty ruckus with the I protect it under oath
My discretion, fuck your blessing, fuck your
Fuck your hope, your mama
Fuck your daddy, fuck you homie
Fuck the up when we came up, that's Compton homie!

Murder,


It's all

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