want insist on this I got your name at the top of fucking dead bitch list meet Mr Machiavelli?s terror back of the year, thug of the era death row and
dark Dig deeper, black guns and black reefer My brother's keeper, throwin' the world in a sleeper The grim reeper, so much work he got a beeper The word death
their homies they can hang by dealin' with me But once again in the end they D E A D I never did time on a murder yet 'Cos I relax and back, do a job
The 3 prisoners are set to be executed by 3 separate methods Electric chair, hanging, and firing squad Midnight tonight will mark the first execution Death
dudes ain't ridin' if there part of your set And why they never get it poppin' but they party to death Yea, and why they gon give you life for a murder
that nigga's family up just for fronting Yo, where the bitch that was with the nigga? Caught her with the left Choked her by the halter, bitch bloody to death
you lost For the ones who boast Whats the outcome of this roller coast Drive by and retaliation glock infrared We screw up on it by an inch and hit the
mentioning Murder and a cocaine distributing Through all that was dividends comin' in I'm straightly gettin' betta yet we too smart for ya bullshit Callin' all cars, it's your brother
of death I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I ain't the type of brother made
else I'm surrounded by more thugs then my eyes can see But I still ask the question how many y'all would bleed for me I'm C-Murder, but that don't mean
its bad for they health My motto is you ain't TRU, why the fuck you up on me I can tell by your look that your bitch ass is phony My brother P say C you
by beep beep, Wit a freak, skeet, Hawk Out, big feet on a jeep.. She caught by Weezy F, we be the best, Truely to death prove me the rest, Groupies confess
you now, before I blow up You know what? I seen your kind before, high saditty but really like it raw In the closet like a ridah type of whore by the
't feel ? with your soul Why murder and follow, but told you Should've slowed your roll for ? Here I go, here I go, proceedin' to murder Scribblin' hellified
the grave, since the murder, never been afraid/ My cradle had a guage close by when my Father was stressed/ Momma asked him to leave as she departed to death
your windshield or your residence Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harder Than the park bench to start this Marcus, Jason, my little brother James All my brothers