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A Perfect Murder The Burning Cross

You have no conceptions of what the word hate really means. Spreading shit all over. This world. With unfounded dogmas. No (way we'll have it). You want

Vision slightly off, they keeping one with the froth Learning pussy, john protection, court minister, three six zeros Spillin treble, a bow and arrow in hands of a crossed

bullets burn your six pack, motherfuckers Get jacked, motherfucker, when you come to Compton Get a mack, motherfucker, when you come to Compton I walk through Times Square holdin' my Johnson A cross

for life, fuck a suit and a tie Cuz I'll know I made a difference on the day that I die Aiyyo, I b-boy for life so fuck a suit and a tie [Double K]

I reach about a million Talkin billions with Brazilions I got this funny feeling that I'm gone be filthy rich And I'm gone marry money cuz money's a faithful

motherfuckers get jacked motherfucker when you come to compton get a mack motherfucker when you come to compton i walk through times square holdin my johnson a cross style make a jada make a

get jacked motherfucker when you come to compton get a mack motherfucker when you come to compton i walk through times square holdin my johnson a cross style make a jada make a

yourself a little quicker fast, and if ya thought you'd get caught up in a wrath No place to go stash what he left for me Burner, hot incinerator, gotta