Crime Scene

[Dave Bing]<br>The fuck is wrong with y`all niggaz<br>You think this shit is a game nigga<br>Like it ain`t about murder and cocaine nigga<br>The fuck is wrong wit y`all<br>It`s Murder Inc nigga<br>With some Dave Bing shit<br>Stop gettin it fucked up<br>Yeah<br><br>[Dave Bing]<br>Yo the first dollar for me<br>I admit it the block did it<br>Murder came with it<br>Nice cars and dime bitches<br>Hangin out late<br>Nicknamed the milk-crate<br>But on a bad note came jail time and jam nines<br>Can you feel the rhyme, feel a thug trying to shine<br>On the grind, you better keep your ass in line<br>Cuz from the get-get-go nigga, say it ain`t so nigga<br>You was watchin me through your window nigga<br>Doing crimes, selling twenties for dimes<br>Middle finger in the air screamin fuck one time<br>As you peep out, don`t got the balls to speak out<br>Scary reach out, scream murder and pull the glock out<br>Cock it back, then tell your crew to relax<br>Take a deep breath, now take six to the chest<br>Ten to the neck, just incase you wearin a vest<br>And thats the whole sixteen coppin in safeen<br><br>[Tah Murdah]<br>Motherfucker when you see Tah<br>Bet I`m holdin a fifth and a full clip<br>At any given moment to flip on some bullshit<br>Spit it sick, flowin like alien<br>And I`m way beyond flashin<br>So if you see crumbs nigga, get to dashin<br>I mastered the game, accurate aim<br>Put two in you<br>Slappin your dame, jump back in the Range<br>For this hover dough<br>Rapidly gunnin the floor like a calico<br>Let it rip, reload, and spit a hundred more<br>Give you a reason to run, oh, you gung-ho<br>I hope y`all niggaz really ready cuz my steel is heavy<br>And feel no petty for those stuffed in a box<br>Nigga peep it and watch, how the sun glisten on rocks<br>I pissed on the blocks and hustle for scraps<br>But now I`m on some click-clack <br>Keep your eyes on the cash, gimme that<br>Where they at, y`all niggaz want it<br>We right here, let me make myself clear<br>Nigga we can`t be touched<br>The fuck y`all want<br><br>[Ronnie Bumps]<br>From rob men that rob grown men<br>And be the one hustlin til the one come in<br>The worst niggaz cock back, and spit for gin<br>Til the day we win niggaz is gonna fall from wood hall<br>Thugs who seen it all, this is war<br>The streets ain`t the same no more<br>Niggaz came to keep the roar but ??? on the floor<br>Let`s explore, whoevers quick on the draw is the law<br>The fuck you set these rules for<br>It`s the streets<br>My code is the heat plus we all gotta eat<br>Take a seat, and watch the streets get runned by thugs<br>Now stand up, and watch my hustlin niggaz rush the club<br>Automatic love, fingerprints, clubs b, 38 snubb<br>Motherfucker, do you know me?<br>Ronnie Bump with a four-five that won`t leave you lonely<br>My slugs will be your homeys <br>Pop the glock and make you know me<br><br>[Black Child]<br>I was only fourteen doin my thing <br>Gettin cream in Jamaica Queens<br>Niggaz scheme for they dreams<br>Come clean, if not, you gots to get shot<br>Give me the ooh-op, and let me hold down the block<br>Fuck cops, I pump crack rocks on back blocks<br>Lace shots, at them snitch niggaz, snap box<br>Black Child couldn`t go play with the children<br>Cuz I was too buisy pumpin up them jums in the buildin<br>While most kids went to school to maintain<br>I was in the spot cookin up cocaine<br>The game got me, at eighteen I got sloppy<br>Caught a body and shot up his house party<br>Time to relocate, I better transport my weight<br>Pick up all my papes and bounce out of state<br>Catch me in Virginia I ain`t gonna never surrender<br>Unless I`m dead or injured and thats somethin to rememeber nigga<br><br>[O1]<br>Yo it ain`t nuthin but murder one<br>Niggaz holdin they guns and bustin em<br>My niggaz foul son we spray up the block<br>And leave bystanders numb and braindumb<br>Niggaz heard the shots but where they commin from<br>I squeezed off and hit his bitch up, my aim`s off<br>But fuck it, nigga rob the block for twelve hundred<br>So I came off, if it`s murder you want it`s murder I give<br>Makin it harder for niggaz to live for you and your kids<br>No question, murder perfection dog<br>I`m runnin through you and into the Lord I never prayed for<br>God knows I`m layin for him bustin at the sky<br>My aim`s on him, my man Kurt died the blames on him<br>You better believe him, killin niggaz dead for this dream<br>By any means I`m deadin your team, destroyin your dreams<br>Now hows bout this nigga O goin all out for the dough <br>Yo I show out, fuck around and get blowed out<br>Ugh