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dave bing - crime scene lyrics

[dave bing]
the f-ck is wrong with y’all n-ggas
you think this sh-t is a game n-gga
like it ain’t about murder and cocaine n-gga
the f-ck is wrong wit y’all
it’s murder inc n-gga
with some dave bing sh-t
stop gettin it f-cked up
yeah

[dave bing]
yo the first dollar for me
i admit it the block did it
murder came with it
nice cars and dime b-tches
hangin out late
nicknamed the milk-crate
but on a bad note came jail time and jam nines
can you feel the rhyme, feel a thug trying to shine
on the grind, you better keep your -ss in line
cuz from the get-get-go n-gga, say it ain’t so n-gga
you was watchin me through your window n-gga
doing crimes, selling twenties for dimes
middle finger in the air screamin f-ck one time
as you peep out, don’t got the b-lls to speak out
scary reach out, scream murder and pull the glock out
c-ck it back, then tell your crew to relax
take a deep breath, now take six to the chest
ten to the neck, just incase you wearin a vest
and thats the whole sixteen coppin in safeen

[tah murdah]
motherf-cker when you see tah
bet i’m holdin a fifth and a full clip
at any given moment to flip on some bullsh-t
spit it sick, flowin like alien
and i’m way beyond flashin
so if you see crumbs n-gga, get to dashin
i mastered the game, accurate aim
put two in you
slappin your dame, jump back in the range
for this hover dough
rapidly gunnin the floor like a calico
let it rip, reload, and spit a hundred more
give you a reason to run, oh, you gung-ho
i hope y’all n-ggas really ready cuz my steel is heavy
and feel no petty for those stuffed in a box
n-gga peep it and watch, how the sun glisten on rocks
i p-ssed on the blocks and hustle for scr-ps
but now i’m on some cl!ck-clack
keep your eyes on the cash, gimme that
where they at, y’all n-ggas want it
we right here, let me make myself clear
n-gga we can’t be touched
the f-ck y’all want

[ronnie bumps]
from rob men that rob grown men
and be the one hustlin til the one come in
the worst n-ggas c-ck back, and spit for gin
til the day we win n-ggas is gonna fall from wood hall
thugs who seen it all, this is war
the streets ain’t the same no more
n-ggas came to keep the roar but ??? on the floor
let’s explore, whoevers quick on the draw is the law
the f-ck you set these rules for
it’s the streets
my code is the heat plus we all gotta eat
take a seat, and watch the streets get runned by thugs
now stand up, and watch my hustlin n-ggas rush the club
automatic love, fingerprints, clubs b, 38 snubb
motherf-cker, do you know me?
ronnie bump with a four-five that won’t leave you lonely
my slugs will be your homeys
pop the glock and make you know me

[black child]
i was only fourteen doin my thing
gettin cream in jamaica queens
n-ggas scheme for they dreams
come clean, if not, you gots to get shot
give me the ooh-op, and let me hold down the block
f-ck cops, i pump crack rocks on back blocks
lace shots, at them snitch n-ggas, snap box
black child couldn’t go play with the children
cuz i was too buisy pumpin up them jums in the buildin
while most kids went to school to maintain
i was in the spot cookin up cocaine
the game got me, at eighteen i got sloppy
caught a body and shot up his house party
time to relocate, i better transport my weight
pick up all my papes and bounce out of state
catch me in virginia i ain’t gonna never surrender
unless i’m dead or injured and thats somethin to rememeber n-gga

[o1]
yo it ain’t nuthin but murder one
n-ggas holdin they guns and bustin em
my n-ggas foul son we spray up the block
and leave bystanders numb and braindumb
n-ggas heard the shots but where they commin from
i squeezed off and hit his b-tch up, my aim’s off
but f-ck it, n-gga rob the block for twelve hundred
so i came off, if it’s murder you want it’s murder i give
makin it harder for n-ggas to live for you and your kids
no question, murder perfection dog
i’m runnin through you and into the lord i never prayed for
god knows i’m layin for him bustin at the sky
my aim’s on him, my man kurt died the blames on him
you better believe him, k!llin n-ggas dead for this dream
by any means i’m deadin your team, destroyin your dreams
now hows bout this n-gga o goin all out for the dough
yo i show out, f-ck around and get blowed out
ugh

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