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murderers - crime scene lyrics

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the f-ck is wrong with y’all n-gg-z
you think this sh-t is a game n-gg-
like it ain’t about murder and cocaine n-gg-
the f-ck is wrong wit y’all

it’s murder inc n-gg-
with some dave bing sh-t
stop gettin’ it f-cked up
yeah

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-gg-, say it ain’t so n-gg-
you was watchin’ me through your window n-gg-

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 breathe, now take six to the chest
ten to the neck, just in case you wearin’ a vest
and that’s the whole sixteen coppin’ in safeen

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-gg-, 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-gg-z really ready ‘cuz my steel is heavy
and feel no petty for those stuffed in a box
n-gg- 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 click-clack
keep your eyes on the cash, gimme that
where they at, y’all n-gg-z want it
we right here, let me make myself clear
n-gg- we can’t be touched, the f-ck y’all want

from rob men that rob grown men
and be the one hustlin’ ’til the one come in
the worst n-gg-z c-ck back and spit for gin
’til the day we win n-gg-z is gonna fall from wood hall
thugs who seen it all, this is war
the streets ain’t the same no more

n-gg-z came to keep the roar but [unverified] on the floor
let’s explore, whoever’s 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-gg-z rush the club

automatic love, fingerprints, clubs b, 38 snubb
motherf-cker, do you know me?
ronnie b-mp with a four-five that won’t leave you lonely
my slugs will be your homeys
pop the glock and make you know me

i was only fourteen, doin’ my thing
gettin’ cream in jamaica queens
n-gg-z 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-gg-z, snap box
black child couldn’t go play with the children

‘cuz i was too busy 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 that’s somethin’ to remember n-gg-

yo, it ain’t nothin’ but murder one
n-gg-z holdin’ they guns and bustin’ ’em
my n-gg-z foul son, we spray up the block
and leave bystanders numb and brain dumb

n-gg-z heard the shots but where they comin’ from
i squeezed off and hit his b-tch up, my aim’s off
but f-ck it, n-gg- 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-gg-z 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, killin’ n-gg-z dead for this dream
by any means i’m deadin’ your team, destroyin’ your dreams
now hows ’bout this n-gg-, oh, goin’ all out for the dough

yo, i show out, f-ck around and get blowed out
ugh

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