Cut mike up for me bass do this thang boy, Deadly sounds right at ya Can't stop of this? Playa, this out
don't want this chorus all they want is Murder They don't feel my pain but they gone feel my And I've been stressin' 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 never rally's But it was close, done stick ups for Bally's We love to smoke as I recall I you mention my name you love to see me stressin'? This ain't of the game you must be high 'Cause you rockin' like a Head You hear me, I'm grindin', hard for mine ya feel me
hundred years of pain and now this It's like them cockroaches got you trained, just a bitch You see smile in yo face now what they after And now wanna take my place
back stabba's, blucka blucka, I'mma get you sucka We roll tinted windows on the black Humma And after it rain he be dead like Jesse James Trained for even when I lose everything I gain
It's mathematics when you go ballistic show we breed soldiers in my district It ain't Mr. Rodgers I learned the game But it wasn't the Dodgers
from pain, and Welfair wasn't a question Just a decision, we it as a blessin' food was missin' and my tattoos tell a story I'm Bossainie and Kevin in his glory I know he see me, I'm runnin' but I ain't It's like a dream, 'cause all they want is That's what it
They want this chorus, all they want is Murder They don't feel my but they gone feel my presence And I've been stressin' since a They don't want chorus all they want is Murder They feel my pain but they gone feel my presence And I've stressin' since a adolescent
Come meet me in the projecets it's a set up And the only way to stop, him get wet up no since in you fakin' with me I'm just a and the window you got is bigger than me
me shadow while blood splattered and hit the pave I'm puttin' flowers on my empty grave sell a million so I can provide for my lil' one Shit, they little mess like the rest of the ghetto children
It's confusin', I'm losin' pieces to a broken Russian Roulette to my head it's bubble muzzle I'm Kamakazi, you try me put yourself right me I'm a wanted man call Baby Mamma so she can me
The only victim is all the brotha up in prison Gettin' letters and pictures, I know people miss em' Take a ride to in a stolen Lexus Three mack 11's is ready, that's me only
"Who do I in really?", I put my faith in God I was dealt bad cards, he's fightin' in school yards And fightin' at night behind the devil hit me wit a murder charge All want is Murder boy