Lyrics:
lying? Well muthafucka I got proof
Name a section in your city where minorities group
And I'mma show you prostitutes, dope and hard times
And a murder
swear even man was singles
Couldn't end the murder spree
Every time they heard me touch the microphone, first degree
I was tryna rub these niggas out
and 'round we go
And 'round and around we go
Round and 'round and 'round we go
Now murder
Alright put your hatchets out
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Swing,
Milton hampton
Now you know I'm lying
But i'm vybsin and your liking what I'm typing
It rubs off like old mans in a peep shop
So the real crime would be
some
brains leaking off my baseball bat
It's gonna be a murder after midnight
You can say it was a killin by
a lunatic
It's gonna be a murder after
of all evil
'Cause crooked or legal
It's all manipulated by the eagle
And be my motive for murder
[Chorus]
[Twista]
Lord knows I was hurt from
through the window just to hold your hand
So cover us in sheets, and move a little closer
Our high school murder is over
So can we rest in pieces? Just
hand
This a lugubrious game if you fuck with the gang
Then that blood turning red from that blue in your veins
Living still life means I'm stuck in
in the back with the play sta'
A little boy (boy) came and gave me an invitation
Said there's a party and ya gotta wear your suit
And ain't no
up,
Please don’t make me type this all out.
If you don’t get it by now girl I can’t help you,
Put your hands up.
Now it’s slower, aw yeah that’s
on attack
When I feel a little emotional, I bite back
I am the executioner
Assassinate, execute, murder you, shit on you
Merk you, all of you, watch your
balls wet
I'm a monster, these other niggas small pets
Claim they sick but they get cured by your dog's vet
I'm thorough from my Yank' to my gourtex
to janet
Blood on my hands
But the body stays clean
Keep him locked up and away
Keep on pushing till he scream
You want a bad bitch I say I am she
Little
[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
I step 1, (ahh) 2, (ahh) across the creaky floor
Spill some fuckin' blood then I'm out the back door
Takin' little trinkets,
to the murder scene
But it's too late, it's absolute pandemonium
Whisked away in an ambulance is your fate
Nothin' nobody told you when you left the house
abused child
Was gonna slit your throat give you another smile
You fucked me all up dad so your murders worth while
Mutilated your corpse on the bathroom
Right Hand Man
Let me use your toothbrush
Have you got a clean shirt?
My panties in a wad
At the bottom of my purse
I walk into the street
The air's so
it again
As you listen if you get it then vibe, recording with them
Killer verses mirk all that comes by like a militant
Stay in your lane before you
don't know us
Vision eighty-eight kilos of cocaine smack-dead in your face
The street value of that is what you dream to make
Runnin' illegal
I'ma fuck this generation up with a full clip
Can not wait to bring the body bags back with bullshit
Blood and guts are hanging in my hands, murder
I'ma tell you a story at the
End is where is begins
Two men walkin' down the street with
Pistols gripped to their hands
Murder on their mind it's
leave you looking helpless
Give ya ass a little taste
Of what you never was expecting
Come to Naptown
And get a 101 murder lesson
These streets will take
As I get a little older, I realize life is perspective
And my perspective may differ from yours
I wanna say thank you to everyone that's been down
Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better
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