, first time I heard her speak (what she say) Thats word to me, told me I deserve to eat (what happened) Moved to a killa ave, right from a murder street
we gon' dead the fu-- Matter fact son, bring that shit back up, fuck it And you heard Rell, I do worst than foul They murdered Roberta, lawyer murdered murder
Verse 1: Pressure I've been earning my stripes, till I'm perfect when I'm working the mic, And I've been serving the type of words that murder insights
As it strains to drag us all Into the holocaust Why crowds who sing and cry And shout and fling us flowers And trade their rights for ours To murder
now don?t tell no one you heard of me its like, the beat was screamin, murder me and i?m a, murderer so I murdered it and you n***** is what i eatin
now don't tell no one you heard of me its like, the beat was screamin, murder me and I'm a murderer so I murdered it and you niggas is what i eat
city?s just the place to be Murder town?s gonna set you free tonight Oh, no, ow! Woh, those fortified motor cars, High energy, and it?s all ours Ha
country that was built On lies and murder from the start And if you read between the lines It's not very hard to see That our very own existence Isn't really ours
a jail, broke into the radio station and murdered the DJ. Then they went off on a rampage through the jungle, armed with lawnmower blades. In all, four people were murdered
in the factory, farm and laboratory. Dairy, eggs and meat, fur, suede, wool, leather are the end products of torture, confinement and murder. I abjure
nerves It's a ghetto truck for a ghetto boy To get in them ghetto streets and get him a ghetto toys He can come so just work murder rate is increasin
-I-D-E-R, nigga capishe i will R-I-P these boys. Or at least put there ass up in the E-R, put that pump to the chest like C-P-R. We already got ours,
dead, He must not know but now he now how Shady Aftermath is, Even murderous tactics get better with practice, Lead showers, gun powder, fill the tellers burn burn, Truly ours
and Automator Del, I'm feeling like a ghost in a shell I wrote this in jail playing host to a cell For the pure verbal, they said my sentence was equivalent to murder
Better chill, 'cos them niggaz will put that ass on fire Last time you wrote you said, they tried you in the showers But maintain when you come home, the corner's ours
that you jot I rock to the six like musty twat A dead corpses that been cut up And left in abandoned lots Ya, derelicts theme Comparing your team To ours
The streets are all violent With murderous excitement The hunter and the prey Are dancing everyday That waltzing gibberish Where intake becomes outlandish
teed, just sign the deed Guaran-fucking-teed, someone will bleed Someone has got to die Ours is not to reason why Ours is but to do if the pay rate'