Crime Scene Lyrics - Singles - The Murderers

The fuck is wrong with y'all niggaz 

You think this shit is a game nigga 

Like it ain't about murder and cocaine nigga 

The fuck is wrong wit y'all 

It's Murder Inc nigga 

With some Dave Bing shit 

Stop gettin' it fucked up 

Yeah 

Yo the first dollar for me, I admit it the block did it 

Murder came with it, nice cars and dime bitches 

Hangin' out late, nicknamed the milk-crate 

But on a bad note came jail time and jam nines 

Can you feel the rhyme, feel a thug trying to shine? 

On the grind, you better keep your ass in line 

'Cuz from the get-get-go nigga, say it ain't so nigga 

You was watchin' me through your window nigga 

Doing crimes, selling twenties for dimes 

Middle finger in the air screamin', fuck one time 

As you peep out, don't got the balls to speak out 

Scary reach out, scream murder and pull the glock out 

Cock it back, then tell your crew to relax 

Take a deep breathe, now take six to the chest 

Ten to the neck, just in case you wearin' a vest 

And that's the whole sixteen coppin' in safeen 

Motherfucker when you see Tah 

Bet I'm holdin' a fifth and a full clip 

At any given moment to flip on some bullshit 

Spit it sick, flowin' like alien and I'm way beyond flashin' 

So if you see crumbs nigga, get to dashin' 

I mastered the game, accurate aim put two in you 

Slappin' your dame, jump back in the range 

For this hover dough 

Rapidly gunnin' the floor like a calico 

Let it rip, reload and spit a hundred more 

Give you a reason to run, oh, you gung-ho 

I hope y'all niggaz really ready 'cuz my steel is heavy 

And feel no petty for those stuffed in a box 

Nigga peep it and watch, how the sun glisten on rocks 

I pissed on the blocks and hustle for scraps 

But now I'm on some click-clack 

Keep your eyes on the cash, gimme that 

Where they at, y'all niggaz want it 

We right here, let me make myself clear 

Nigga we can't be touched, the fuck y'all want 

From rob men that rob grown men 

And be the one hustlin' 'til the one come in 

The worst niggaz cock back and spit for gin 

'Til the day we win niggaz is gonna fall from Wood Hall 

Thugs who seen it all, this is war 

The streets ain't the same no more 

Niggaz came to keep the roar but [unverified] on the floor 

Let's explore, whoever's quick on the draw is the law 

The fuck you set these rules for it's the streets 

My code is the heat plus we all gotta eat 

Take a seat and watch the streets get runned by thugs 

Now stand up and watch my hustlin' niggaz rush the club 

Automatic love, fingerprints, clubs b, 38 snubb 

Motherfucker, do you know me? 

Ronnie Bump with a four-five that won't leave you lonely 

My slugs will be your homeys 

Pop the glock and make you know me 

I was only fourteen, doin' my thing 

Gettin' cream in Jamaica Queens 

Niggaz scheme for they dreams 

Come clean, if not, you gots to get shot 

Give me the ooh-op, and let me hold down the block 

Fuck cops, I pump crack rocks on back blocks 

Lace shots, at them snitch niggaz, snap box 

Black Child couldn't go play with the children 

'Cuz I was too busy pumpin' up them jums in the buildin' 

While most kids went to school to maintain 

I was in the spot cookin' up cocaine 

The game got me, at eighteen I got sloppy 

Caught a body and shot up his house party 

Time to relocate, I better transport my weight 

Pick up all my papes and bounce out of state 

Catch me in Virginia, I ain't gonna never surrender 

Unless I'm dead or injured 

And that's somethin' to remember nigga 

Yo, it ain't nothin' but murder one 

Niggaz holdin' they guns and bustin' 'em 

My niggaz foul son, we spray up the block 

And leave bystanders numb and brain dumb 

Niggaz heard the shots but where they comin' from 

I squeezed off and hit his bitch up, my aim's off 

But fuck it, nigga rob the block for twelve hundred 

So I came off, if it's murder you want, it's murder I give 

Makin' it harder for niggaz to live for you and your kids 

No question, murder perfection dog 

I'm runnin' through you and into the Lord I never prayed for 

God knows I'm layin' for him, bustin' at the sky 

My aim's on him, my man Kurt died the blames on him 

You better believe him, killin' niggaz dead for this dream 

By any means I'm deadin' your team, destroyin' your dreams 

Now hows 'bout this nigga, oh, goin' all out for the dough 

Yo, I show out, fuck around and get blowed out 

Ugh