Before the laughter and the cheer Dissolves into his memory Taste of vodka on his lips And thoughts of murder and doom As her eyes appeared to bloom
my homeboys coolin' way out told 'em bout my mornin' Cold bugged' em out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore Kicked around some stories bout the night before
's time for all to work together for peace 'Cause everybody's doomed if the killings don't cease Street homicide, war, it's all the same 'Cause murder is murder
I was born in New Jersey, I said it before But I guess nobody heard me, my mother died young No sistas or brothas, I was the only son When I was twelve
I'm packin' two gats and I wish I could carry more Might sound crazy, but I ran out of slugs before Yeah, I know the feds watch me But my vest clashes
expect you to go balls out Bitch, shut the fuck up before I put all them phone calls out You made to my house when you was wild-n-out before Nick When
Lyricaly cant' none of yall murder Ye' Cus yall raps aint got no vertebrae I got style ask julie she heard in may I killt the fur last, Paris rasied the murder
of it I came my own way, been wildin? since 13 Soon niggas get in line if you wanna mirk me Lets take it to the streets Where I started it Where half the city wanted for murder
here for the money Pay dumb, get done, call it murder one Six shots pop, hit a pop, bullets ricochet Your catching hot, hell so far away Cough up the cash before
with all due respect Thanks to the duffel bag, the brown paper bag The Nike shoe box for holdin' all this cash Boys in blue who put greed before the
start killen [VERSE 2] The call me reese they uno the sumo Used to push D like kumo You know im the realest nigga that do this Got a crew of real spitters That'll murder
dick in this game like a rapist They call me Slim Roethlisberger I go bezerker than a fed up post office worker A Merc her with a Mossberg I'm pissed off, get murdered
and copped about 24 grams Man, I guess it is what it is, it was what it was Before the rap game, I was sellin' drugs Either way I'm six figures before
dudes ain't ridin' if there part of your set And why they never get it poppin' but they party to death Yea, and why they gon' give you life for a murder
no time, I'll make it worth it One hundred percent, I'll make it worth it You got a body to die for, let me work it Now it's murder on the dance floor
was a shoot-out between members of the American Indian Movement And The FBI and the local Sheriffs State Troopers Two agents were killed and one Indian was murdered
and lukewarm water Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up I oughta duct tape your infant daughter Show y'all soldier ass niggaz, I'm Murder