You know what I'm saying Niggas don't want it {Rascalz} All my live niggas, with me? [Juju] {Beatnuts} I make my own price, murder your team with only
face in the floor [Chorus] we got that gangster gangster shit we got that murder murder shit you talk that gangster gangster shit we live that murder murder shit [Ill Bill
Buck 65-Square 3 [intro] music to be murdered by it is mood music in a juggular vein and i hope you like it our record requires only the simplist of
ANDRE/FIRMIN: Don't make excuses! RAOUL: Or could it be that you're on his side? GIRY: Monsieur, believe me, I intend no ill ... But messieurs, be careful
Verse one: I wake up to another day of life and wish I didnt 'cause my records predicted a future of bill clinton But I continue to do my thang to make
where you at?) Im in this No Limit gear whodi Chorus (2x) C-Murder: Where you at? Im over here, in the project on the block Im C-Murder, im bout dat
symphony is you and your crew It's the danger dome using the maestro zone Like supertramp take the long way home I used to ill, now I build Rock rhymes like bills
Where shit is real Where people die over crooked drug dels Can you feel living ill depending on your steel To make that dollar bill, robbing people for
room like the million dollar bill folded with green blinds Chairs is a hundreds for shams, I run that hole in quickies Dollar bills is 'intendos the windows
niggas either ill, fake or real Penetrates I only heard ah tens and thirty eights Ride as the niggas turnin' states and flippin' crates Get lift like weights, bust and radiate spreadin' infections Murderous
WIL' UP ON THE ISLE HE CAUGHT A BUCK FIFTY TO THE GRILL THINGS IS GETTIN ILL AT TIMES IT MAKES ME WANNA HOLLA WHEN IM DOWN TO MY LAST DOLLA BILL WELL
me I take the figure of dirty niggaz, who all got me While bitches wonderin' who shot me No love, keep a grudge, shootin' sluggs like Muammar Quadaffi Murder
I cry... I spit like Ming the merciless, blissless bliss high risk piss clench fist, the massicistic sadistic from every verse on this Behold my serpents hair like purseus ill
cry... I spit like Ming the merciless, blissless bliss high risk piss clench fist, the massicistic sadistic from every verse on this Behold my serpents hair like purseus ill
) you know, how I always do, Chino XL, with the skills thats tried and true, Chino XL after all that I been through, Chino XL, Violate me, I'll murder
in the backyard with clam on the grill Or catch me laid up in the canopy ill With two mami's handing me thrills Vivica Fox body vanity grills Rubberbanding these bills
'til you pay some bills Keep it gully been pimpin' before I had 4 wheels The pipe game cool, but my talk game ill Wanna fuck with a nigga cause I know