Know what the f** be pissing me off? The other motherf**ers think they running my block. Jump off that f**ing stoop, hit the f**ing gate, n***a grab your burners it's time to go to war. I give the n***as a whole f**ing clip every motherf**ing round in this motherf**er you can get
n***as run up on this red '64
You get a white tag on your big toe
These ain't punch lines, n***as kick doors
Leave your baby mama with her lip swole
All handguns, n***as pack light
n***a's mouth loose but my strap tight
n***as slide through and they bust first
We k**in' everybody that night
Block wars, we bout that life
Scuffed J's and them fist fights
Dead bodies on dead bodies
Savage, that's what I live like
Go and chop a n***a head off
f** around, let the rounds hit you
Blood splattered on a n***a's [?]
All I had to do was give a signal
Magazines if you got an issue
Hit one n***a with the source
Hit two n***as with the vibe
b**h I k** your vibe
It's a reason n***as can't f** with ya
I'm a Compton n***a and I don't give a f**
n***a walk around with that pistol tucked
I do drive-bys out a Plenty truck
(Murder-murder)
Have you ever seen a murder?
(Murder-murder)
Boom-boom-boom, let 'em
Have you ever seen a murder?
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Got a chopper with some rounds on it
Boop-boop, hittin' everybody
Turn the corner for your mama house
Put a n***a in the trunk
co*k your sh** and walk around the corner
Promise n***a this ain't what you want
n***a ain't what you want
n***a ain't what you want
n***a ain't what you want
No, n***a ain't what you want
(Murder-murder)
Boop-boop-boop
(Murder-murder)
Pull up on your block, take that sh** over
Stolen choppers out of stolen Rovers
Supernova bullets rippin' through Corollas
Pure shooter like DeMare DeRozan
Hot slugs but the j**elry frozen
12 gauges on the trap sofas
Naked b**hes in the kitchen whippin' yola
Pockets fat like a young Oprah
Told the n***a he ain't want the clip
I'm filthy rich and still with the sh**
His mama cryin' but his son a b**h
I had her view the body like she from the 6
Bullets ricochetin' all through the block
n***a run his mouth like he knew the cops
I do the shootin' while the shooters watch
Then cook crack in a newer pot
Move me? Gotta move the block
That means take shots like it's Lou Dot
n***as talkin' bout the game like it's ESPN
I'll put your a** with Stuart Scott
No conscious mind, the chronic got
My mind blown
I can't stop with the murder sh**
Burn rubber, burn a clip
A lot of n***as died on [?] sh**
Murder, murder, murder
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Have you ever seen a murder?
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Have you ever seen a murder?
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Got a chopper with some rounds on it
Boop-boop, hittin' everybody
Turn the corner for your mama house
Put a n***a in the trunk
co*k your sh** and walk around the corner
Promise n***a this ain't what you want
Everybody lay the f** down, you know who it is n***a. Ay, what the f** you doing? n***a come here n***a. Gun in your motherf**ing mouth. n***a put that motherf**ing gun down before I smoke your motherf**ing homie. Ay yo and get all this sh** n***a. I'm about to k** this n***a, f** you n***a. You dying too b**h a** n***a, n***a. Get the f** out of here