Oh let me lay down beside my dear friend who has gone away cover me over with dirt and sod let me hasten my departure day for i long for that day when
it I'm blind to the masses like Stevie wonder without glasses I'm a savage spit murder like a .38 Magnum 16 bars of baggum let the hook toe tag 'em Murder
trippin the second time they rolled, by Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar Everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna, kill ya Don't murder me murder
know death follows me But I murder him first And worse yet With each breathe Steps I take Breathless Is there a cure for a hustler with a death
revolution and no cause, One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far, Young nation just trying to get this [Verse 1: 2pac] Murderous mind state,
crooked in all 50 states I'm screamin DEATH ROW, throw my WESTSIDE, ain't no thang We was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bang We claim mob, M.O
fear death My only fear of death is comin back, reincarnated This is dedicated to Mental, R.I.P. And Big Kill, R.I.P. And all you other O.G.'s, who go
other New York rappers Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever and several other corny sounding motherfuckers are understandably shaken up by
mornin And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug Tell me will my ni**az mourn me? Gettin blowed out High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
: Growing up as an inner city brotha where every other had a pops and a motha I was tha product of a heated lover Nobody knew how deep it screwed me
I dodge 'em they finally pull me over and I laugh remember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass now I gotta murder case you speak a' Heaven punk, I
(you know) I want you to remember (I want you to remember) Heaven is above all {heaven is above all) And death is the judge that no king can corrupt (and death
say the strate is sick The devil's who you're fuckin' with [Chorus] Murda, murda, murda, murda [Layzie] I'm corrupt and demented and I diminish by execution
niggas ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo Get ??, burn the whole store down all by
you to death by electric chair [Some guy laughs] [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] We had to get 'em up wid two thugs Runnin' side by side wid number one Murda
: [Music by Webster, Owen] Bleeding wounds never clot Even after death Murdered dead look on from beyond Never to return No way back at all Trapped
see - the bullets rain! I thought it was me who brought these people to the death 'Til I noticed a funny thing, I was standing on the left! Looking at other
