up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boy Now, back the fuck up Throw ya hood up Back the fuck up Now nigga what Back the fuck up Throw ya hood up Back
Traduction: C-Assassiner. Retour Haut.
where it hurt most You niggas ain't comin' close I run up, gun up, hit you and ya done up, playa you ghost We killers, Violator, Murderer niggas [Hook] [R.C
Hold up Z-Ro the crooked aka king of the ghetto Screwed Up Click soldier for life Know what I'm talking about Mo-City stand up in this motherfucker Know
Who did it when it happened, real niggaz don't make a scene Bitch niggaz publicize it, and end up with ten to fifteen Talking about how they done crept up
Not sitting round me, with a trick up his sleeve And does not believe, that H.A.W.K. will succeed How dare, you feel like that Thought you had my back
I'm a murderer, murderer I'm a murderer, murderer [Spice 1:] It's Mr. Bossilinie, rolling up busting with real riders Drop them b-b-bombs, like I'm up
no more [Verse 2: Z-Ro] As soon as them eyes close it's over and that's that 'cause when they murdered my partner he didn't get to blast back is that
I ain't got no love for you motherfuckin hoes Raise up, 'fore a nigga blaze up I'd be the nigga that'll tear yo face up With a left, a right, I'm out-
what's I'm talking bout? I ain't set tripping no nigga, I be getting this goddamn breed That's what it's about to me, nigga (HAY) So back back and uh,
me feel low My black skin is a murdering bust the fucking door Now if I had three wishes, what would be the first To bring back all my people that done
I know god damn well you niggas fuck with my nigga C-Nile nigga Fuck y'all straight up, thugs in the motherfucking streets Going platinum on motherfucking c
understand, is murda mo' They tell me keep my trigga finger easy, I'll open up your body Too many casualties around here, dead bodies around here And I can't get caught up
And only we can change, it's up to us to clean up the streets It ain't the same Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears Just seen
And my niggas say We want the FAAAAME C'mon c'mon [Chorus] One thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain Stuck in this game
calls to bail sheets It ain't no telling if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night Probably involves me comin up
B-Legit, C-Bo, Richie Rich, E-40) [Tupac] They say [Intro/Chorus:] [B-Legit] Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin [C-Bo] Where I can pile up
