In and out of thoughts so many different people bought Self serving ramblings in your favorite journal Won't bring you peace until you learn to read yourself Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
your hands would never anything to show We tried to get off clean but we would never grow Prison can't be worse than living with the pain of no Murder, murder, murder, murder
Übersetzung: Unsere. Murder.
of In and out of thoughts so many different people bought Self serving ramblings in your favorite journal Won't bring you peace until you learn to read yourself Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
must say no, but now he know how shady the Math is, Even murderous tactics, get better with practice, Lead showers, gun powder, fill the tellers burn burn, Truly ours
The cops signal me to pull over I'm refusin it Try to stop me and this uzi I'm usin it Tor murder I be choosin it bet I be abusin it The whole game I'
: She was screaming bloody murder and I'll never forget How look of her eyes or the taste of her sweat said Boy you gotta get away, get away while you
shit melting microphones Blowing speakers into flames settin fires to your home How many times you gonna say i need help Who gives a fuck if i murder
your kids, now we big All up in The Source, we flip and win the toss The law say, lock 'em away, vow to this day The world is ours, we the loud ones at
Before we get into the shit, let's get a few things clear Rappers with no relation: there's "Seven Degrees of Seperation" and I'm Kevin Bacon This is the murderer
As it strains to drag us all Into the holocaust Why crowds who sing and cry And shout and fling us flowers And trade their rights for ours To murder
include him in their prayers let his image linger on repeat it everywhere with candles, with flowers he was one of ours one of ours why don't
them niggaz will put that ass on fire Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers but maintain when you come home the corner's ours On
: [Chorus: Royce] (Nickel) Nine, witness me rippin this apart for sixty bars, the city is ours We the M-I, C; the illest to ever spit on a track So lean
region Right and exact, my brain contains inner, outer tissues While you be popping pistols, we be launching nuclear missles Crimson Tide, we react like Denzel Murder
