Psychopathic Rydas - Murder Follows Me lyrics

When I sit back Thank to myself How mothaf**in f**ed up The World has become It seem like violence, is the only things us mothaf**as know now days Every time I turn around Everywhere I look It's anotha mothaf**a k**in' anotha mothaf**a And that's some mothaf**in' f**ed up sh**, mothaf**a (Mothaf**in right) Murder follows me wherever I go Just the other day Somebody shot they school up At least that's what I been hearing everytime I turn the news up My momma said that there'd be sh** like this I never seen it C'mon and hit on my blunt and reminisce Now I ask myself Is there a way to make it stop A way to make the gats not pop And is it possible For me to live the way I need to live For me to get what I need to get And give all that I need to give My situation's getting major by the second That fool that shot his whole school up Just turned eleven (Whaaa?) And ain't no body even thinkin' bout it And for that I hope that every time you sleep you have a dream about it Up in my hood it's like a warzone If somebody got a problem with somebody They don't last long I seem 'em dyin' every god damn day And the worst thing about it I don't think it's sh** I just say it So a... Every day of my life Is like ultra man meets the sun I need to be k**in' someone I won't go 2 days without fillin' some graves Drag 'em in the sewers My underground caves I k** a b**h and then hide in my trunk Except if they come and find me I will cry like a punk I just look into the camera And say mamma I'm sorry But it's all your fault You never bought me Atari Murder follows me Everywhere that I turn Psychopathic Rydas Boy, we never seem to learn I just attract mad love Wit my black trucks and black chucks And what's up Since I'm strictly givin' no f**s Murder's on my tail I don't think I'm gonna last I'ma leave my lip fatter Than Rikishi a** If I get chance I can't resist that dance With the devil I'm on another level Underneath the gravel I'm just a thang that go bump in the night And that bump be the back of your head off a lead pipe (a lead pipe) I'm relaxed feelin good Knowin' I'ma mothaf**in' menace to my neighborhood Murder I take it, break it down, and an*lyze it Manslaughter, murder one, murder two, can't hide it Everywhere I go somebody try and take me Pistol out my pocket, and I co*k it and make 'em history And there I go It's the third body today This how I k**in' mothaf**as Won't go away I leave trails every time I walk down the street Bystanders hoes and dealers stretched out bloody Leave no traces And even the cops is paid off Ain't tryin to see incarceration Makes you soft 16 in the clip One in the chamber jello Maybe it's all in my brain But it seems like murder follows sh**'s crazy in the ghetto Every motha f**in' day A n***a on parole Now I gotta find a way Ta get back on my feet Gotta call Lil' Shank up Walkin' to the crib Saw n***a get throat cut Blood rushed out As the n***a started coughin' Ain't sh** a n***a could do I kept walkin' (damn) Got to the crib Then I put the call in The homie told me meet me at 9 We get to ballin' Get my chucks on Headed back on the block Got to tha corner See anotha s**a get shot Look like he caught heat from an AK Semi-auto aint no escape when bullets spray The young brotha took like six in the chest (damn) One straight shot lay the little kid to rest And the little girl gots ta look about ten (sh**) Somebody got to tell her I'ma never see her again