little side {yeah} uh-huh, uh-huh {Yeah, who we be?} ShaCronz, Terra Tory, Murda Free, let's go [Free Murda:] Yo, ya'll be like Free blacken, when ya
be for here only for the old folks So if we have a problem, we strap up and hold court [B.G.] If I could change it - man, if the world was mine Nobody
where we part bitch No more game for free, please explain to me Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see? Murderin' now but see me later man, as for
: Death Row That's where motherfuckers is endin up Dear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness I rob my adversaries, but Slick done left a witness Wonder
regardless Drive-by, niggas bow down thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now Throw up your hands if you thugged out First nigga act up
we all up in 'em Cut em Down To hell is where we send them My whole team Trying to explode Rather die Murder mutha-fuckas lyrically And I'm not gonna
strong nobody's gonna like what I pumpin' But its wrong to keeping someone from learning something So get up, its time to start nation building I'm fed up
] Can't close my eyes cause all I see is terror I hate the man in the mirror Cause his reflection makes the pain turn realer Times of Armageddeon, murder
his lady being fooled with By another man She was down and he was up Had a gun in his hand Bullets started flying everywhere And people started to scream Big man
: lord below, your abysmal horrors we call forth awaken -- rise up and cleanse this earth with fire the taste of victory awaits our wicked tongues as
the world. Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously. "I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up
we throw bolo I'm hypin' 'em up, and strikin' 'em up To keep 'em in flow mo You step and you're stuck Now, what in the fuck Is up with this dumb shit?
niggas, got me fucked up Bone Thugs bitch Runnin' and we thuggin' it up Look at a creepin' on ah come up Ooooh, we don't wanna murda ya, and it's so
streets not for you to go and do Uh or to repeat, plaese if we can no more murder How must I say this, if we can no more murder [Chorus] Why do I stay
with the rotatation (rotation, rotation, rotation) [Chorus] [Bizzy] I heard. I murdered. I heard. I murdered. I heard (heard) Yeah nigga, we holler about all of the murders
soldiers wastelands warriors were on a mission for God so bartenda, bartenda, bartenda so much hurt and pain bloddy murders man so much hurt and pain bloody murders man
on a come up Niggas be tryin run up, but I bust, and they drop to their death Now they done up. Gun up, hunt my blunt up Creepin' 'til sun up, feelin'
Block to the Burbs, man If you nice, you nice End of story [Verse 1: Webby] You see I'm reaping for the burbs, still I'm murdering verses With Connecticut
