the machine the _Bush Killer_ remain In between the government and the public that's trained Where white companies profit off black death And house nigga rap thugs sell murder
second time they rolled, by Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar Everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna, kill ya Don't murder me murder
I see death around the corner When we were kids, belonging felt good I see death around the corner But having respect, that feels even better I see death
, then I won't hear it Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks, I'm surrounded by woods now It's supposed
and tecks than you Still seein' bodies wit' da muthafuckin' chalk around 'em Murder's the death penalty Don't need nobody Helpin' me but the other half
intelligent niggaz that move dough Leave out of the hood and lose all of they shit Well, I don't lose nuttin', I learned how to mix with other cultures Other
their homies they can hang by dealin' with me But once again in the end they D E A D I never did time on a murder yet 'Cos I relax and back, do a job
do bleed by a maniac with a gat See nowadays niggaz is like that I pull my trigger back, the bullets go Bo, bo, bo, now I'm on Death Row Fuck it, niggaz
place First one sleeps inside his bed Place my fingers on his head To each temple, push and smother Till my fingers touch each other Next one makes love
3D Gangs on every corner, shootin people drivin by Prostituters found dead on every block with maggot eye On top of that, the death toll in Whokajava
a killer, the phantom of all niggas who wanna be "Nina"a?¦ But listena?¦ I kill a bitch in a vision of "Milli-Vanilli"a?¦ Motherfuckers who's being murdered by
gotta be thorough I gotta make this shit make sense So I can say, "Made it ma", top of the world Gimme life or give me death Death becomes evil like
you bitches and Snitches get ditches when my triple finga itches it's vicious for some reason im Still in that season all them other mothafuckas done left shmother motha fuckas To death other
hard hat hangin low over my eyes And the briefcase right by my side 9-milla glock and a chrome .45 and I know That all of my murderers Heard of this
(Kane) Gangsta! (Gangsta) Gangsta! (Gangsta) (Verse 1 - Twista) Gang-bangin murder with the killin, stackin Phillys to the ceiling bloody body chillin
I a young nigger with potential Shootin game and shootin niggas thats all fundamental Drug house since other drug house persons goin to jail for others
I be runnin' in and out, Every muthafuckin' house, in the cut, goin' for the green Protected by the tec, nuts, guts, and heart in the city where it's all death
else I'm surrounded by more thugs then my eyes can see But I still ask the question how many y'all would bleed for me I'm C-Murder, but that don't mean