into the mind of young black males Let's take a peak... [ Young Lay ] Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
undercover Another one 'cause I got Six got hung by the beast Looking for the golden feet With shackles lookin' to jackals Greenpeace to a ring to fill Death
on floor really kinda fucked me up I never thought he could be here then he could be gone I never thought the day he left the house he wouldn't be comin back home
niggaz runnin' like "Jesus Comin'", there's wet pillows in prison Niggaz cry in the dark 'cause if they did in the day Niggaz would question they heart, so when they come home The come home
still some Bad Boy Killas Got nothin' to lose, got no where to go I only got one home see me stranded on Death Row With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the
Yeah, that?s the beat right there I?m about to black out with 100 bars On some professional shit So don?t try this at home, yo, yo, yo, yo My style of
All without Mona] They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' All along All along
wide genocide I'm on the side Ain't going out like that Assembled on the front line People oppressed by the world's entire foolery Comin' up layin' it
Tongue is gone, three-piece suits is worn Hit y'all fagot ass niggaz that's scared to death Talk shit, when I'm around, y'all hold y'all breath I make murder
facin fuckin 20 to life Now his kids with no father, figure they can't sleep at night And the lawyer told his baby momma he ain't comin home for the
murder [Chorus: MC Pooh] Sex from your bitch("run.. run up punk") Money from the crack ("death.. death is a cycle") Murder is a hobby.. murder-murder is a hobby.. murder
wit us) Pop shots nigga, we don't give a fuck Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck This is only the beginning, you ain't know one was comin' Stand face to me
and murder Sex from your bitch (Run, run up punk) Money from the crack (Death, death is a cycle) Murder is a hobby, murder-murder is a hobby Murder-murder
walking Came home the Timberlands was talkin' Nigga's, jealous 'cause the truth I said is zealots Well, let me tell it without Premier you couldn't sell it Murder
of de morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of - earth"} {"Lucifer Lucifer, don of de morning.."} [Jigga] I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for
is back, I throw him in the yoke Head crack, go for broke, nigga, murder he wrote I took her to the crib, we fucked like old folks Death stroke, hand