right there, I'll be right on C'mon let's take these motherfucers to war main Jay called up some niggaz from the 5th Ward And came back with a motherfuckin
empty Seen lately it's a style to hate me But even when inside I'm cool like a A/C The nickel back sole in the park they paid me The PJ's get shot up
and conversate with my friend Now this thing shouldn't be that hard I done lost my dog now im fallin apart (Verse 1) C-Murder They got me caught up in
the side of the freeway, wishing they would just hurry up, And I can see him walkin' up to me like he about put me up in 'em cuffs, I turn around and
your back with kastro Oh you ain't scared? What the fuck you walkin so fast for? Is you with me or against me Don't run up on me and tempt me To have
Now kids press rewind to the top But legally I gotta show love Call me A, B and C, the answers D All of the above I attack the microphone like Jack Ripper
INTRO: (Saukrates) [Common] Word up, Saukrates in the house [yeah, yeah] 'Bout to turn it all out again Y'all niggas check my shit out, word up check
my girl 15 geezers got her pinned to the door I try to reach her but fall back to the floor A bomb in Wardour Street It's blown up the West End, now
me Nigga you ready to die, I'm ready to squeeze Fuck it, I ain't backing down or backing up I got that bomb shit - you get blowin up When my razor
get up off me Devils, get up off me Devil Get up, get up Devils Get up off me Devils Get up off me Devils Get up off me Devils Get up off me Devils
I'm cruisin', laid back With some trill ass niggas that I knew since way back Still young, I ain't caught my first murder case yet Stay scrap and can
won't slip up, Wet up one of them Po-Po's, the Bone, Bone won't let a me duck, Lil' B won't set up, wet up, get 'em on the get up, Bone won't let up (
that Supreme team, if we lose you open your minds Start readin' some things, we got it, holla at us, c'mon Easy with that murder, murder, murder, kill, kill We did that back
you apart, you should've kept your guard Trying to play it hard last night pulled up in a black Lex in a yard Talk a lotta Ra Ra, ya gonna murder me
on my gat I bust back back, leave yo' bitch ass flat Trust that if you play with me I dress in black That's a fact, don't make me click up with Karen
cash he made off his last bundle Nasty girl don't pass me the world, I push to be not the backseat girl Don't deep throat the C-note she float Murder
get up more loot Time to throw back on the army suits and Timberland boots Blast at the niggaz from the East New York scene I got my man C with me from
members end up dead, REDRUM I used to read psalms and go to church to be an usher then of course the terms they got worser everyday is a different murder