Champ M.C. - n***az? Murder Mine lyrics

[Intro: Champ M.C.] Cheah, this that sh** I'm talking about Check it out out, kick that flava sh** [Champ M.C.] On July 13, at about 9:00 on the dot Four lil ba*tards are scheming on my block I'm just chilling outside, having fun n***as got guns on 2nd & Madison I funk the scenery, another public enemy He ran up on me, called my name, and started shooting at me I looked up, it wasn't a friend or a foe But hell no, they goin all out for the damn dough I scream for help, but people look amazed Afraid, I thought it was the end of my happy days I can't believe that it was someone I knew I had to struggle, scuffle my way up the avenue Now here I come to get away from the bullsh** They emptied the clip by how many times I got hit My crew ran across the street, that was useful Don't worry about them, just get my a** to the hospital [Hook X5: Champ M.C. (???)] n***as who murda mine they get murdered n***as who murda mine (get murdered) [Champ M.C.] I was nowhere around, nowhere in sight I got a beef, n***as really got beef tonight sh** is on, even though two wrongs don't make a right I'm rolling deep, you should know we gonna put up a good fight You tried to perpetrate and terminate Someone who is loved by the human race You better watch your back and cut some slack Lay on your Ps & Qs and thats that You took the man as a joke using gun smoke And you wouldn't be happy until we croaked We gotta take those fugitives They tried to take their lives plus the ones who want to live They don't think about the things they do and those f**in n***as should do life They tried to murder, manslaughter n***as who murdered mine will get murdered [Hook X5] [Champ M.C.] n***as on a mission, while I'm trippin My trigger happy finger itchin and I'm mad as hell Im the realest as it can get Breaking out a cold sweat, hnuting ya down It's your a** I'm gonna get Trying to hide out cuz your head's on the vendetta When they catch your a**, you'll be running to west again n***a, oh sh** you done did it now You don't know the background, no, you don't know my style Pain hurts you little b**h a** You wanna be the man so bad, thats why your a** won't last So they dig graves like six deep I put a hole in your head that leaps your a** right off your feet How the f** you gonna play a playa when your game is weak And your brains are all over the concrete Damn straight you better bring some You be dead on arrival with a dick in your mouth [Hook X3] [Outro: Champ M.C.] Yo bust your whole fly sh** man, nawhatimsaying This is for all the n***as and the b**hes, word up You wanna keep it real, keep it real Nawhatimsaying, don't try to play big willie, cuz your not Nawhatimsaying, don't try to f** with nobody cuz they ain't f**in with you Cuz you might f** with the right n***a that'll blast your a** and not Give a f** about you So this go to b**h a** n***a, n***as who murder mine get murdered