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Mo' murder, mo' murder A body fulla tack twos, battle scars from bullet wounds New clothes, diamond medallions from paid dues Niggas that ride til they rue with the attitude of 'Fuck the world' from tryin' to kill us every time we move You're perpetratin' to be a killer but I know you're fakers Them jealous cowards killed my nigga 2PAC in Vegas Vague kind of bullets fired, we're ready to die with open eyes I be the last man standin' when the smoke dies This world's infested with haters, wannabe players Player hatin' a real player 'cause he's livin' major No disrespect to you redneck blood-suckin' pigs If a nigga die, just give my cash to my wife and kids But what you thought makes the world go round I got an ese in the East Bay ballin' a hundred pounds Push a six hundred rag drop E-twelve Dump a hundred-round clip in ya, ask about my mail [Chorus: x2] I try to keep my focus, on survivin' and money Can't let them niggas smoke us, before we unload them talons Traumatize and hope this is how we leave 'em when they hit us With the guts to die, pullin' the trigger til my casket drops Them player haters want to blast me up like they did 'Pac But I don't give a fuck I'm a ride til my casket drop It don't stop until you sucker niggas drippin' jelly Pumpin' slugs into you motherfuckin' pig's belly I'm full of indica weed laced with heroin Call it Kryptonite on the dead, I'ma risk tonight Blast the first motherfucker that steps Up to my ride, not knowin' where my weapon is kept I shoot in-side their chests, I'ma thug life, I'm crazy Got my strength rays to make him kiss his babies Fuckin' sucker ass niggas that didn't Hard lies on him and didn't retaliate Hard then later on "Shit, hey what's happenin'?" We woulda chased them suckers down and capped em Give a shout to Outlaw Immortalz right Look me up 'cause I'm a ride until my casket drops [Chorus: x2] Murder, money, power, pistols and warfare Kill all my black folks and the pecker woods wouldn't care Keep my head up, duckin' and dodgin' from the state pen 'Cause fo' sho', ain't no future in goin' back again They got to kill me, fill me up with lead Let me, die slowly from my boots to my head As a, big chief I refuse to retreat, I Rip teeth outta eye then dump heat, why The PD reach but catch concrete Never solved, gone off indica and Hennessy Infrared at my dog, paws locked like pig jaws With my gun up, punk, I run up on all a y'all Then I dump, dump dump dump to get the money Now I stole Rolex diamond, shinin' outta sunny West Coast the spot, servin' caine to get the millions Distributin' the game, makes you want to get the billions [Chorus: x2]
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