pack like Sinbad pack the house in Aruba Blow your brains yeah, leave the murder scene Lookin' for me is like lookin' for Herb at Burger King 'I Get Around' like
a muthafuckin mission. I'm ridin dirty with my tru muthafuckas. Fiend, steady mobbin', c-murder in this bitch. Retaliation is a must. Dumpin rounds on my muthafuckin adversaries. [c-murder
like (Damn homie, I'm so tore) Lighting the dutch like (And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more) Passing the bub like (And I don't think I'm ever
bop, you got a flow, not I set it off on a mission like the Sentinel 'Cause I was sent to do, murder the crew sayin' I'm merciful I wrote a few, journals
generate like high forms of energy My brain's energetic Ultramagnetic synthetic Burn like oil High octane let it drain upon the shaolin soil You get trapped inside my rap coils Like
a tablespoon Use your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump Never 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped If you don't got a game, you get
Full of that weed, planted like a poppy seed A slanted and a janted have a nigga named Young Bleed party on In the jungle, where the murder men holla
lookin' on like spectators at crucified gladiators And playing hate like alligators Feels like a jungle inside where fish swim and birds fly Man got a
That's when you put 'em in a truck with their grill taped Rip in reverse and run into a stealgate I'm a suicide driver, never been a liar If I don't kill
I've seen I still here fiends scream in my dreams Murder murder in black convertibles I, kill the block I murder avenues I, Rape and pillage a village
the Jacker+ spittin' inside a Zero Vector System Murder murder murder, kill kill kill drills Williams was real ill, but now I chill Fuck a record deal
reach for what I got, Treat you like Singapore, swing a sword, you are chopped, Picture me pistol fling, look at me, look at me, And realize aint none a
Even ride, do whatever it takes to survive You a bitch! If you snitch on your friends But you a true motherfucker, you don't fuck with the pigs chorus C-Murder
here? Tell me why must I shed my tears? The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone [C-Murder] So many rainy
Illuminati Fuck the D-E-A and the F-B-I I-R-S can kiss my ass, U-C-P-D, F-C-C Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you Blast you - "Hit 'Em
Protected by the red, black, green with a key Slaves from the Motherland, boy, what a drag Especially when royalty's chained by a caveman A vanglorious