Lyrics:
Murder
Murder
Murder
Murder
I cook that coke in the crack pot
Now watch that crack coming back drop
I make them G's that ah make you bleed and now
Murderer
Blood is on your shoulders
Kill I today you cannot kill I tomorrow
Murder
Your insides must be hollow
How does it feel to take the life
Little lamb, little lamb
My birthday is here at last
Little lamb, little lamb
A birthday goes by so fast
Little bear, little bear
You sit on my right,
know times will get hard
I'll pick up your life just abide by the lord
Or ride by the lord
Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord
You bout to get it from
In the town of Milton one
Brian Flannigan battered away till his money was spent
Then he hit a big one and felt like a man again,
Bought a three
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
Cleveland
Ha, ha! What's poppin', nigga?
Put your muthafucking hands on your strap, nigga
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it
You better watch yourself, little man
I see you grabbin’ at my little baby’s hand
You better keep your wits about you or I’ll knock your wits right
The little homies ride, multiply and divide
Let's ride, till the figures get right
Ese Venom, Ese Rabbit put in work on the mic
We can murder by numbers,
Cleveland
Ha, ha! What's poppin', nigga?
Put your muthafucking hands on your strap, nigga
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it
Everybody's addicted
Turning bodies to liquid
I love your style but I hate your vibe
I don't want your wife but your bitch is mine
Murder methods of mayhem
Tap
drop to your knees
That's the position, assume it bitch
You slip and you're soon to get
Fucked up by a lunatic
Decide to pack a gat
Well that's the way I
Play Dumber than dumb, play dumber than dumb
Put in work just might get you some
More hand shakes and less fist bumps
Try the wrong one now your body
Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothin' to do with a scale
Or bein' gay, little faggot, but by the way
Thoughts are gettin' darker by the day
do the math
Is pulling that trigger
Worth giving up your life?
Is murder the answer
To a little bit of strife?
I beg of you now, repent and be
Duct tape round your hands in feet
(Duct tape round your hands and feet)
Abducted late sometime last week
(Abducted late sometime last week)
Im what
the process, put in the work for your worth"
This is the way of the world whirled around.
We live in a world on two different axles,
Four wheels to get by,
One
ring tone murder) let's dog the place
bars are like a bullet, blow your head right off
Hate on the trigger, pull it, give your mouth a night off
off that indo
Nigga E, C-P-T, the O.G.
And i really don't think u wanna fuck with me
Nigga walkin half up with nine in hand
I gives a mad fuck but they
to the court like, "Bitch I did that"
Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours
It
Blood in the streets, we turn blind eyes
Is it murder, if we watch them die?
Blood on our hands, and we don't care why
We turn blind eyes, 'til we
[Krayzie]
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands
[ clapping your hands] 4x
[chorus]
As we ride by the end of the night
You will
moves just a little too late
Unapologetic
We rise so the ancestors don’t regret it
And if the generation before us did drop the ball
We pick it back up by
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