Lyrics:
little baby (my little baby)
My little baby (my little baby)
My heart controls my eyes
And your love, I visualize, oh yeah
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh,
she don't even try to
Blame it on your momma, bitch
Or blame it on jail
‘cause you thought you was poppin'
With your little followers (ha)
She thought
fingers
Bring in competition and face this Nina
Got your whole crew doing subpoenas
Hell nah, you ain't seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us,
murder
Bloody hands she better think quick
Running out of cheap tricks
Running out of lipstick
Tried to take a bite out of me
Little nibble
Kiss kiss
nigga (Look!)
Let 'em (Look!) know your (Look!) background!
Let 'em know how you've been for a while
All I was taught was murder murder
Kill
Now everybody put your motherfuckin' hands up
I don't see 'em, I don't see 'em
There we go
What a day! To be existential
Press the pencil, lost
in peace to all those we lost
By murder of the police damn
Don't shoot me, my nigga, it's just a book
It's probably what keeps everyone's life
End up
jacked off on the third
I'm obvious oblivion but that's my science
Fuck your head up like corn rows put in by blind giants
Haven't been with it, since
And then there were the police sirens wailing
And a bull-horn squelched and blared
"Drop your weapons and come out
With your hands held in the air"
Well, I
a bomb in your house while you're sleeping (boom!)
Keep your distance, Hiero is watching you
Step by step, I never slept, I gots to do lots
'Cause you
Out in the streets, they call it murder
Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at
Two pound ah weed inna van back
It inna your hand
and blared
"Drop your weapons and come out
With your hands held in the air"
Well, I checked the chamber of my gun
Saw I had one final bullet left
My
your jealousy
Poisonous recipe
I am a Prodigy
I got the poison
I got the remedy
We murder melodies!
We flip it, Rip it
Zip it, sip it, lick it
And you
hunting us, breaking us
Taking from us, and hiding your hands
Fuck this, we ain't finna stay silent
Hands up, don't shoot
I deserve to live too!
Hands up,
Think of your fellow man, lend him a helping hand
Put a little love in your heart
You see, it's getting late, oh, please don't hesitate
Put
leave is ashes. Take ya shit &
dashes, move away in tha caskats, fo' a murder got me breakin'
out in rashes. So we can reach N feel your ass, like
and murder, elements of the streets
You either play the role or get your god damn ass beat
See I can get the pussy and money is a must
Try to stop me, ashes
split
Leave you all dead with your wrists slit, uh
Diamonds all yellow like pikachu, uh
This is fuckin murder, aye
This is fuckin murder, yeah
Gotta check
revenue
Wash off my hands in the bleach for the residue
Put that boy in a suit like a nigga was dressing dude
Whole lotta murder when I think in my head
your hands up in the air
If you really don't care
about the next man's life, you get the chair
In the Slaughtahouse
[The price a rapper must pay]
Outro:
Out in the streets, they call it murder
Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at
Two pound ah weed inna van back
It inna your hand
by your hand
The kind of murder where nobody dies
But I don't suppose you'd understand
If I am Lolita
Then you are a criminal
And you should be killed
fly down
And light on your right knee.
A girl who would murder her own true love
Would kill a little birdlike me."
his hand
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first white man
At the very moment when they looked around
And said fuck it
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