your birthday God hatin' ugly in the worst way fuck 'em like the earth say From first day I survey the hassle Death knockin' at your door in the Big
school, in the misfit Like I'm throwin a fit Or I just can't fit it, tidbit too big It's gotta hem it til it's fresh to death Dressed to kill it, like
the murderer blames the ones who pass the laws, sentence to death and file the cases away. In his eyes they commit a murder, planned and legalized by
roll I dont know what you've been told Where you been before, but thats how it goes [Verse] They say thats all i talk about is murder murder kill kill
me It's like the world is mine, you livin' in it Y'all niggas owe me 'cause I see death before I see life Death before I see white, death for a price By
From the dirty south to the motherfucking world. Kane & Abel! (Verse 1 - Kane) Do this for the soldiers with the bourbons and lacs High rollers smoke big weed burn cool by
murder is the medicine for fools who refuse to abide by the rules You lose your cool then you lose your shoes To every nigga in the struggle with big
carefully controlled, Why else would fiction have such licence? We are allowed to see endless theatrical deaths, But when the real deaths started on
my face with your set trippin' And that ass is mine Ahh sit murder clique jumping from behind the fence And that ass is mine The big payback I'm gonna
' murder I'm glad to be a nigga that did the murder So sad to see another motherfucker floatin' In plastic reef, sleep wit' his head wide open Rapid
Makaveli's verbal assault On Mobb Sleep, Notorious B.I.G. and several other New York rappers Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever And several
wrong side of the track, lookin visibly shaken Taken them plungers, plungin to death that's painted by the numbers With crime unapplied pressure, cats is playin god But havin children by
me down with a gun, because my lyrics weigh a ton Now I'm sweating cause you're sweating me big time Hang me up by a rope for my murder rhyme No shorts
I give myself up. Surrender at my own free will. [Martin Harrison] lt's indeed you're the murderer. [Roxie Hart] Shooting a burglar ain't murder. Just
them haters be running i got bitch niggaz anticipating my death scared to show they face cause they scared of my rap huh my money to big for them pigs
nigga rosewood style Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his moms and his child Mysonne Its mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm Poppin' niggas in their sleep
nigga Rosewood style Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his moms and his child [Mysonne] Its Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm Poppin' niggas in their sleep
I forgot my cheese stake, that's what I told the cops So they wouldn't get the dogs start searching for the glock And I can't forget, B.I.G. got murdered by