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[Verse 1: Crime Boss] Come one, come all to see the nigga behind the trigger Bigger then a killa murdering niggas with my little finger Bring your sacrefices cause to me your life is minimum Kill'em all if the price is right, shit A heat of the spliff makes me get bucker Me motherfucker smokin all you suckas Isn't it that the bloodstream making me have bad dreams All about the people I killed coming back to hung me Kill me, help me please wont somebody save me? The in-dough got me mad and I aint never been like this, Gee Blood on my hand, did I kill a man, "mayne I didnt do I look suspicious, did you see any witnesses?" Scopin me hopin they just might get a fuck or two Look over your shoulders cause I just might get a fuck in you Leave you in a ditch dead, head full of a hot lead What in the fuck is wrong with me, why in the fuck I'm thinkin' of thee Satanic homocidal visions of me killin people I just hope it stops right now, please dont let it be a sequel I see myself running, police gunning, what will I do? Chicken got me flicking telling me "stop or I start shootin, fool" So I did, now I'm dead, here comes the bullet straight for my head... [Bang!...silence]
Writer(s): Tristan Jones, Marlon Goodwin, Rodney B. Ellis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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