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  • 作词 : Shawn Thomas
    作曲 : Shawn Thomas
    Mo' murder, mo' murder
    A body fulla tack 2's, battlescars from bullet wounds
    New clothes, diamond medallions from paid dues
    ******s that ride til they rue with the attitude of
    '****** the world' from tryin to kill us everytime we move
    You're perpetratin to be a killer but I know you're fakers
    Them jealous cowards killed my ****** 2PAC in Vegas
    Vague kind of bullets fired, we're ready to die with open eyes
    I be the last man standin when the smoke dies
    This world's infested with haters, wannabe players
    Player hatin a real player cos he's livin major
    No disrespect to you redneck blood-suckin pigs
    If a ****** die, just give my cash to my wife and kids
    But what you thought makes the world go round
    I got an ese in the East Bay ballin a hundred pounds
    Push a 600 rag drop E-12
    Dump a 100-round clip in ya, ask about my mail
    [Chorus:]
    I try to keep my focus, on survivin and money
    Can't let them ******s smoke us, before we unload them talons
    Traumatise and hope this is how we leave em when they hit us
    With the guts to die, pullin the trigger til my casket drops
    [repeat]
    Them player haters wanna blast me up like they did 'Pac
    But I don't give a ****** I'm a ride til my casket drop
    It don't stop until you sucker ******s drippin jelly
    Pumpin slugs into you mother****** pig's belly
    I'm full of indica ************ laced with ******
    Call it Kryptonite-on the dead, I'ma risk tonight
    Blast the first mother****** that steps
    Up to my ride, not knowin where my weapon is kept
    I shoot in-side their chests, I'ma thug life, I'm crazy
    Got my strength rays to make him kiss his babies
    ****** sucker ass ******s that didn't ??? ???
    Hard lies on him and didn't retaliate
    Hard then later on "************t, hey what's happenin?"
    We woulda chased them suckers down and capped em
    Give a shout to Outlaw Immortalz right
    Look me up cos I'm a ride until my casket drops
    [Chorus]
    Murder, money, power, pistols and warfare
    Kill all my black folks and the ************woods wouldn't care
    Keep my head up, duckin and dodgin from the state pen
    Cos fo' sho', ain't no future in goin back again
    They got to kill me, fill me up with lead
    Let me, die slowly from my boots to my head
    As a, big chief I refuse to retreat, I
    Rip teeth outta eye then dump heat, why
    The PD reach but catch concrete
    Never sol-ved, gone off indica and Hennessey
    Infrared at my dog, paws locked like pig jaws
    With my gun up, punk, I run up on alla y'all
    Then I dump, dump dump dump to get the money
    Now I stole Rolex diamond, ************nin outta sunny
    West Coast the spot, servin caine to get the millions
    Distributin the game, makes you want to get the billions
    [Chorus]
  • 作词 : Shawn Thomas
    作曲 : Shawn Thomas
    Mo' murder, mo' murder
    A body fulla tack 2's, battlescars from bullet wounds
    New clothes, diamond medallions from paid dues
    ******s that ride til they rue with the attitude of
    '****** the world' from tryin to kill us everytime we move
    You're perpetratin to be a killer but I know you're fakers
    Them jealous cowards killed my ****** 2PAC in Vegas
    Vague kind of bullets fired, we're ready to die with open eyes
    I be the last man standin when the smoke dies
    This world's infested with haters, wannabe players
    Player hatin a real player cos he's livin major
    No disrespect to you redneck blood-suckin pigs
    If a ****** die, just give my cash to my wife and kids
    But what you thought makes the world go round
    I got an ese in the East Bay ballin a hundred pounds
    Push a 600 rag drop E-12
    Dump a 100-round clip in ya, ask about my mail
    [Chorus:]
    I try to keep my focus, on survivin and money
    Can't let them ******s smoke us, before we unload them talons
    Traumatise and hope this is how we leave em when they hit us
    With the guts to die, pullin the trigger til my casket drops
    [repeat]
    Them player haters wanna blast me up like they did 'Pac
    But I don't give a ****** I'm a ride til my casket drop
    It don't stop until you sucker ******s drippin jelly
    Pumpin slugs into you mother****** pig's belly
    I'm full of indica ************ laced with ******
    Call it Kryptonite-on the dead, I'ma risk tonight
    Blast the first mother****** that steps
    Up to my ride, not knowin where my weapon is kept
    I shoot in-side their chests, I'ma thug life, I'm crazy
    Got my strength rays to make him kiss his babies
    ****** sucker ass ******s that didn't ??? ???
    Hard lies on him and didn't retaliate
    Hard then later on "************t, hey what's happenin?"
    We woulda chased them suckers down and capped em
    Give a shout to Outlaw Immortalz right
    Look me up cos I'm a ride until my casket drops
    [Chorus]
    Murder, money, power, pistols and warfare
    Kill all my black folks and the ************woods wouldn't care
    Keep my head up, duckin and dodgin from the state pen
    Cos fo' sho', ain't no future in goin back again
    They got to kill me, fill me up with lead
    Let me, die slowly from my boots to my head
    As a, big chief I refuse to retreat, I
    Rip teeth outta eye then dump heat, why
    The PD reach but catch concrete
    Never sol-ved, gone off indica and Hennessey
    Infrared at my dog, paws locked like pig jaws
    With my gun up, punk, I run up on alla y'all
    Then I dump, dump dump dump to get the money
    Now I stole Rolex diamond, ************nin outta sunny
    West Coast the spot, servin caine to get the millions
    Distributin the game, makes you want to get the billions
    [Chorus]