Dun D - Stateville lyrics

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Dun D - Stateville lyrics

k** 'em all! C'mon n***as (Verse 1, Traxster) You don't want no static, maggot Cause once I point the automatic, at it Yo brain gon' get splattered, f*ggot So have it your way You got a issue wit' me? It's okay, but if you dis-respect me n***a Motherf**a's gon' pay My motherf**a's don't play This some serious sh** And we murder motherf**a's we get furious wit' The theory is this; mob-life, learn the rules f** rap, we own straps, and start burnin' fools And you can turn the dues, that got juice on the street But f** chief, we can all get loose wit' the heat And f** peace, f** stars, f** whose in the lead It's about who blood oozin' wit' me Ya co*k-biters (Verse 2, AK) I still knock b**hes up off they back-wheel To the day, come like Hoover, a clean will Harder than the bars of Stateville Motherf**a flip this and put b**hes on stage still Drill a couple of slugs through they grille And chase them b**hes through hay-field Cause I'll peel, some hollow-points off in yo sh** And I steal, the slugs in broad-day, b**h Guillotine, knock off his shoulder Spittin' sh**, like spittin' comas Surround yo d**h, like this exposure Check out my murderous fashion "Enter the Dragon" like Bruce Lee Bracin' yoself, I keep on shootin' oozie I'm strapped wit' this Uzi I'm about to bloody up your cool-g Livin' vision, act ill AK, cell-block one, Stateville (Hook) Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Muuuurdaaa (n***a, that's what I be yellin') (Verse 3, Dun D) I did it all for the nation Now I'm in this cell waitin' patient k**ed two n***as, natural life's what I'm facin' Thinkin' of my son in my head, while I'm pacin' Two shanks in my shoe, and four on my waste That's for them big n***as, I ain't knowin' my case He be dead by the mornin', before they go in the gates Now I got another case, and I'm locked in a hole No food for months, laid on the floor A b**h n***a like you couldn't walk in my shoes My homie, Stateville, cell-block two, n***a (Hook) Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Muuuurdaaa (n***a, that's what I be yellin') (Verse 4, Belo) I remember the targets, so I catch you alone And rip up the carcus, I don't wanna be heartless But I'm locked down in this one cell, in the darkness And reguardless, I rip yo brains, the remains when I k** sh** From worse to the ill sh** Got Glocks that'll tear through bricks when you build sh** I put that on Will b**h, betta walk the line Or chalk up your air time Or f** up your whole block And yo mama is missin', yo b**h wanna close shop And these four Glocks, go straight through teflon Where yo teflon? It's murda This real sh**, it's murda When I k** sh**, it's murda Stateville, cell-block three (Hook) Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Muuuurdaaa (n***a, that's what I be yellin') (Verse 5, N.A.R.D) Uhh, picture me dead when the bars closin' My mind's blank, no thinkin' murder me, foul play Suicidal, ex-felony, convict n***a Appetite for destruction, bounty huntin' n***a Cause it's K-I-L-L or I'll be k**in' motherf**a for this feelin' up in me My murderous tactics is still in me I'm feelin' rejected, so I can't find peace I'm in the middle of the ribs of the Belly of the Beast As soon as he vomit, I'm released to the streets How deep? Deep, deeper than Einstein Deep, deeper than Manson Deep, deeper than Atlantis Stateville, cell-block five (Hook) Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Muuuurdaaa (n***a, that's what I be yellin')