Cut mike up for me bass Let's do this boy, sounds right back at ya Can't stop none of Playa, this out
They don't this chorus all they want is Murder They don't feel my but they gone feel my presence And been stressin' since a adolescent They don't want this chorus all want is Murder don't feel my pain but they gone feel my presence
Now I ain't robbed rally's But it was close, I've stick ups for Bally's We to smoke as I recall I heard you mention my name What you to see me stressin'? This part of the game you must be high 'Cause you like a Bass Head You hear me, I'm grindin', hard for mine ya feel me
Four hundred years of pain and now like them cockroaches got you trained, just like a bitch You see they in yo face now what they after And now they wanna my place
Them back stabba's, blucka blucka, get you sucka We roll tinted windows on the Humma Trucka And after it rain he might be like Jesse James Trained for pain when I lose everything I gain
It's simple when you go ballistic Statistics show we breed in my district It ain't like Mr. Rodgers I the game But it from the Dodgers
Pissed from pain, and Welfair wasn't a a decision, we embraced it as a blessin' 'Cause food was and my tattoos tell a story I'm Bossainie and died in his glory I he see me, I'm runnin' but I ain't movin' It's like a dream, 'cause all they want is That's what it
don't want this chorus, all they want is Murder They don't feel my pain but they feel my presence And I've been since a adolescent They don't want this all they want is Murder They don't feel my pain but they gone feel my And I've been stressin' since a
Come meet me in the 'cause it's a set up And the way to stop, watch him get wet up Ain't no in you fakin' with me I'm just a pebble and the you got is bigger than me
Watch me shadow while blood and hit the pave I'm puttin' fresh flowers on my empty Tryna sell a so I can provide for my lil' one Shit, they want little mess like the rest of the children
It's confusin', I'm losin' to a broken puzzle Russian Roulette to my head it's down bubble I'm Kamakazi, you try me put yourself right me I'm a wanted man call Baby so she can hide me
The victim is all the brotha locked up in prison Gettin' letters and pictures, I know they miss em' Take a ride to Texas in a stolen Three mack 11's is ready, that's me only
"Who do I in really?", I put my faith in God I was dealt some bad cards, he's in school yards And fightin' at night behind bars the devil hit me wit a charge All they is Murder boy