time I aim lead. But me and your girl gon' wake up in the same bed. Wiping her mouth, Claiming she never even gave head. I'll murder K-Fed, And hit Britney up
this, in the palm of my hand 'Til I met the man with mad hook-up, and big plan Every where you look'a, he got everybody shook up Running for cover, the
Slave driver your table has turned Catch a fire Your gonna get burned VERSE Now dem take up the ghetto youths And gi dem pure magazine And take up another
pop they pussy at night for they fee All type-a trickin' and freakin', ain't shit free 'Cuz fuckin' off ya skrill wit' these hoes can cost me up in [
sit up like hill, I'd have to fold my beard Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right
picked the car up, they on some Flintstone shit Oh shit... and them niggaz stuck together On some Siamese shit... yo [Ghostface Killah:] Yo, classic murders
, can't count you as great men Murderers in the state pen', bein caged in The wage is a sin, before they read up they pop our tape in You ain't gotta
from niggaz, hate fakin niggaz, yo you hear me? The whole shit's like wrestling What you dare me? Back the fuck up kid, we flexin [Verse Three: Method Man
know where we were going. Didn't care Didn't ask Word Fell a sleep on the plane and so did he Woke up chillin' in N.Y.C. Called up my posse when I got
wannabe heads with consecutive shots Man, they smile up in you, griller wanna give you a pen Stick it to your crew like glue like they been down Man listen
my balls off (woowoo) I'm headed up to the show, I'm gonna see Jimi Hendrix, Selena, and Eazy E Elvis tried to open up but got dissed off We got pissed
shit in the river The cat and my boys saw five go down Can ya get a free ride? (No, not again) On the murder go round (Nooo!!!) [Chorus] Murder go round, murder
my bullets in a chamber Word up, you never heard of one murder one felon Bustin more slugs in thugs indulge in drug-sellin I stack greenbacks from the wizzacks Give up
as my needs, so it's agreed To strap up, tie these shoes, provide the school A wild out, had to hide out, in China's house Then run free, down to 1G,
town like her man Shake hands, make friends like it's all innocent then -- before they look up you sellin the town cook-up Or -- gorilla pimp, come up
bizzAY Freaky like MissAY and roll the weed up You would roll three blunts and fuck up three blunts Motherfucka you a fuck up of free lunch, dawg Just
a big booty, but she couldn?t drop that ass low ?Til you take yo? last ho, and rope up all the cash flow When you gettin? money, they be all up on yo
twice You killin' me baby, this the past life [Rihanna:] Turn up the lights in here baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Turn up the lights in