Cut that mike up for me Bass Let's do this thang boy, Deadly Sounds right back at ya Can't stop none of this ? playa Check this out Chorus 2x: They don't want this chorus All they want is Murder They Don't Feel My Pain But they gone feel my presence Radio Scratch: (They've done, they've done had a lot of hard times) And I've been stressin since a adolescent Verse 1: Now I aint never robbed rallys But it was close, I've done stick ups for Bally's We love to smoke As I recall I heard you mention my name What you love to see me stressin? This aint part of the game You must be high Cause you rockin' like a Bass Head You hear me I'm grindin', workin' hard for mine ya feel me Ya feel me 400 years of pain and now this It's like them cock roaches got you trained, just like a Bitch You see they smile in yo face Now what they after And now they wanna take my place Them Back Stabba's Blucka Blucka, (Huh)I'mma Get You Sucka We roll tinted windows on the black Humma Trucka And after it rain he might be dead like Jesse James Trained for pain even when I lose everything I gain It's simple mathematics When you go ballistic Statistics show we breed soldiers in my district It ain't like Mr. Rodgers I learned the game, but it wasn't from the Dodgers Pissed from pain, and Welfair wasn't a question Just a decision, we embraced it as a blessin' Cause food was missin' And my tattoos tell a story I'm Bossainie and Kevin died in his glory I know he see me, I'm runnin but I aint movin' It's like a dream cause all they want is Murder... That's what it seem Chorus 2x Come meet me in the projecets Cause it's a set-up And the only way to stop, (is what) watch him get wet up Aint no since in you fakin' with me I'm just a pebble and the window you got is bigger than me Watch me shadow while blood splattered and hit the pave I'm puttin fresh flowers on my empty grave (Damn) Tryna sell a million so I can provide for my lil' one Shit they want little mess like the rest of the ghetto children It's confusing I'm losing pieces to a broken puzzle Russion Ruolette to my head it's down bubble muzzle I'm Kamakazi, you try me put yourself right beside me I'm a wanted man call Baby Mamma so she can hide me The only victim is all the brotha locked up in prison Gettin letters and pictures, I know they people miss em' Take a ride to Texas in a stolen Lexus Three mack 11's is ready, that's me only protection Who do I believe in really, I put my faith in GOD I was dealt some Bad Cards, He's fightin' in school yards (What) And fightin' at night behind bars The Devil hit me wit a Murder Charge, All they want is Murder Boy...
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