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Ruthless Bastards Murder We Wrote

Murder We Wrote (We murdered this son) [Chorus: all (Sha Gotti)] Murder We Wrote (Murder, murder) Murder We Wrote (It's murder on tape, boby bags, mental tags Murder We

seventeen Two guns in the upper waist so we hit the block Saw niggaz from a rival gang bumpin Dre Ran up on the '64 and that's all she wrote We runnin

was seventeen Two guns in the upper waist so we hit the block Saw niggaz from a rival gang bumpin Dre Ran up on the '64 and that's all she wrote We runnin

was seventeen Two guns in the upper waist so we hit the block Saw niggaz from a rival gang bumpin Dre Ran up on the '64 and that's all she wrote We runnin

was seventeen Two guns in the upper waist so we hit the block Saw niggaz from a rival gang bumpin Dre Ran up on the '64 and that's all she wrote We runnin

record with Pac, So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box, You end up in the box 'cause them grave robbin' bastards, Dig your grave up and

record with Pac, So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box, You end up in the box 'cause them grave robbin' bastards, Dig your grave up and