Greg Royal - Slip Into Long Beach lyrics

"All units, code four." "Suspect's wearing a black leather jacket Black boots, carrying a numchuk (with a possible gun)." [RBX] BOOOM n***a! Right back at ya What the f** you thought, n***a? Come to Long Beach and get yo' motherf**in a** caught Put in the crosshair, and that's for real n***a And that's how we do sh** n***a You better, ask some-motherf**in-body [Hook] Slip into some f**ed up sh** with me As night prepares yo' mind to sleep Slip into some f**ed up sh** with me You in a chronic haze and fall asleep Slip into some f**ed up sh** with me And when you wake up you don't know where you at Slip into some f**ed up sh** with me Uh-huh.. this is Long Beach (MUR-DER) [RBX] Now let's get down to the nitty gritty Mood is sh**ty, no pity Long Beach is the city Since I'm from Long Beach, I got to put in work And no, this ain't Compton and Long Beach together; Strictly Long Beach Listen to me preach Anybody k**a?! Ma** murder! {*boom boom*} That was the sound of my double barreled shotgun And there is no place to run So if you're thinkin bout comin to Long Beach Chip in, bullets will be zippin Zappin - bodies collapsin k**a beats! Then I put the raps in It's on it's on it's on and We can bust a cap 'til the break of dawn So now that you heard the warning I welcome you - with open arms Open FIRE arms {*BLAM BLAM*} And we don't give a f** about cars with alarms It's a jack move n***a give it up is you crazy? Glock 40 pointed to your head BOOM! Now another n***a's dead.. (BLOODY MURDER) [Hook] Slip into some f**ed up sh** with me MURDER Slip into some f**ed up sh** with me BLOODY MURDER Slip into some f**ed up sh** with me MURDER Slip into some f**ed up sh** with me BLOODY MURDER [Outro: repeat 4X] Slip into some f**ed up sh** with me Murder dey, murder dem, murder dey, murder dem {*more police scanner reports to fade*}