Cemetary Made

[C-Murder]<br>This black on black crime gotta stop<br><br>[C-Murder] Chorus<br>I see my enemies, my guns in my hands<br>Cemetary made, i`m looking at a dead man x4<br><br>[Mr. Serv-On]<br>Conflicted images fill my mind, if it`s my time to bless me on the grind<br>Intertwine in this criminal military where my best friend became my adversary<br>Never second guess me if its me or you I see your ass through<br>To the bloody end, we meet again<br>When one of you coward bitches get the heart to take me from this world of sin<br>I can`t descend to my right to die with blood in my fucking eyes<br>Ghetto cries from the cemetary call me daily<br>But I aint ready to let you bitches take me<br>Set me up with my closed, arms open, gats smokin<br>Hoping for my last and final wish<br>Momma kiss me on the lips when I leave, with a shank on my fucking sleeve<br>I kill your child on your money for love<br>Now she dead, god bless you if your child live<br>But if I don`t, I`ll be back with fucking rage in my eyes<br>Hands on the gage, I`m cemetary made<br><br>Chorus x4<br><br>[Mr. Serv-On]<br>Release me from this torture that this life gave me the first time this world<br>saw me<br>Murder and betrayal chase me car jacking, the crack dealers still see me<br>Why cant you bitches let me live in peace? <br>Tears on my mommas sheets won`t let me sleep<br>I`m walking the streets with tags on my fucking feet, <br>But I aint ready to be that big shot caller, that baller in the sky, see this<br>killer in my eyes<br>But you bitches can`t take me, why don`t you drop your colors and ride with me<br>I`m gangbanging, no affiliation<br>I`m living TRU like these letters across my stomach (T-R-U)<br>And I`m cemetary made, don`t let me get faded with this gauge <br>I`m ready to bust, bang, hang em up and nigga let you know my name<br>My alias, Mr. bad case<br>See this killer in my eyes, I`m ready to break you from your ghetto ties<br>And now I`m coming, so nigga you better start running<br>See my cemetary made, so bang em up<br><br>Chorus x4<br><br>[C-Murder]<br>My name is as I murder<br>So alot of niggas wanna get me cemetary made so I move to another city<br>I was born with a gun in my hand<br>now that I`m a grown man aint a damn thing changed<br>C-Murder, a soldier from that TRU click<br>my dick gets hard when I see a niggas whig split<br>Life full of crime, so I abuses and chooses<br>to never pull a gun if I aint gonna use it<br>And known to smoke weed to calm my nerves<br>but when I lace that shit, a nigga gettin served (booya!)<br>Sending haters to the mortuary, been to the cemetary<br>but dont kill a nigga if you ever scary<br>Aint got no time to be paraniod bustas<br>keep eye contact cause I dont trust ya<br>187 is what i shout (187), tattooed on my right arm<br>cause that`s what I`m about<br>You got beef with me? You`se in danger<br>welcome to the motherfuckin torture chamber<br>Execution style beat down in slashes<br>kerosene to burn your ass up till you ashes<br>You history fool, you dead, ha ha ha ha, now you cemetary made<br><br>Chorus x4