Thou Shall Not Kill

[Verse 1: Wickett]<br>A lot of niggaz got a bitch in their blood - but they claim to be hard<br>Till they get hit with a slug instead it - explains it all<br>While everyone in the hood used to - think you was hard<br>But it`s hard to think with your - brain in the gar-bitch<br>I`m off the the chain when I - blast the mag<br>I put what`s left of your frame in a - casket bag<br>I put what`s left of your brain in a - plastic bag<br>And what ever parts remain - hell, the rats can have `em<br>You catch hell in the Ammo City scum streets<br>They full of monkeys and money-hungry zombies<br>We don`t spit regular shit on a crunk beat<br>It`s boring watchin` bitches eat lunch meat<br>I`d rather see a big teeth get sunked, rippin` out chunks of meat till<br>there`s a dundee<br>You don`t want it with me, you wanna smoke bomb G<br>Jump head first off a building and hit the concrete<br>Now, can I get an Amen?... Amen<br>If you fuck around wit` me, we can get your face caved in<br>I`m the black Wes Crav`, and my staff just crave<br>And the crack just blaze, when they act that brave, aah<br>Come, I`ll let my bullets +Moby Dick+<br>Let me put `em inside of you<br>Nuttin`, bustin` the blood (spish) inside of you<br>I`m really dishin`, put them bullets inside of you<br>Is what I would do, if I was you<br>I really wouldn`t fuck wit` me<br>Playin` me like a bitch, your shit`ll get dirty<br>If I up the thang-thangs, finna get ugly<br>Shit hit the fan mayne, shit get bloody<br>And when it go down - of course you`re scared<br>Your brothers they want some - the more the merrier<br>If they run up, it`s just to go to the - morgue<br>And step into my world - at the mortuary<br><br>[Verse 2: Big Pimp]<br>I leave your block wit` your head wide open<br>OUT THE WINDOW, with my AK smokin`<br>Bro` close your do`, expose ya to the hocus pocus<br>And you motherfuckers know its bogus<br>(And you know it`s bogus... that`s how it is, that`s how it has to be)<br>And I`mma stop all you motherfuckers from laughin` at me<br>When I bust all the glass in your classic Caprice<br>Instead of blastin` me, where was you? Runnin` your lyrical catastrophe<br>I hit the block with the glock, `cause that`s how it has to be<br>You ridin` partial, blow your brains in the passenger seat<br>You got that program and schedule, shit fucker, pass it to me<br>It`s a tragedy, how I run up in the church where your pastor be<br>Or I`mma have to see, how you layin` right beside him in your casket bleedin`<br>Tell them sucker emcees we havin` mass this evening<br><br>[Verse 3: Wickett & Twist]<br>Baptized in the blood of Tupac and Jesus<br>Hollows from my glock and your glock releasin`<br>Niggaz from my block and your block deceasin`<br>Can`t stop and won`t stop because we still breathin`<br>Cock back and pop, niggaz drop, it`s so easy<br>Run up and burn up a nigga house when he sleepin`<br>Cut up and turned out that he`s alive when he screamin`<br>Run up in your house and snatch both of your neices<br>SAWED-OFF PUMP, PUSH ALL OF YOUR TEETH IN<br>One nigga jump, BITCH ALL US BEEFIN`<br>One of y`all jump, BITCH ALL Y`ALL BLEEVIN`(all y`all bleevin`)<br>Never knew the real reason what I`m shootin` for<br>Get off your knees, why you prayin` to God?...<br>It`s too late to repent, you better off prayin` to Lucifer<br>What I`mma use you for, ten G`s I`ll do you for<br>Another five I`ll do your gul, I`ll lose your gul<br>I ain`t killin` y`all by myself<br>I`m like O.J. - it`s two of us(Get it..two of us)<br>I won`t hesitate to numb you bruh, won`t hesitate to burn you bruh<br>I got a message... when you get to hell..<br>Ask that bitch nigga what he kill my uncle for<br><br>[Verse 4: Mr. G-stacka]<br>I come through strapped with two tec-9`s<br>I wish a motherfucker try to come and test mine<br>I put this gat so close to your back spine<br>When I clap iron, bitch your back flyin`<br>I`m kinda gettin` tired of sellin` crack dimes<br>Or sittin` up in my house tryin` to sack pine<br>Or runnin` through my hood from the one-time<br>Who sometimes, supply the dime, for me to grind<br>I just wanna know, do you "Feel Me Ni"?<br>Cock that thang, throw it in the sky<br>I`mma let this bitch loose if you niggaz try<br>Tell them hoe-ass-niggaz I ain`t scared to die<br>I ain`t scared to ride, I ain`t scared to taunt<br>My semi-automatic leavin` niggaz burnt<br>A couple motherfuckers got hit with the gun<br>The other motherfuckers wake up from the oak tree hung<br>Bitch, I`m dirty slum, so I ride `round with a rusty pump<br>I keep it kinda close, fuck in the trunk<br>When the war pop off I`m the first to dump<br>Throw them bows in your chest like Olajuwon<br>Ain`t no stoppin` when we ridin` - comin` at you chump<br>I`m the reason for the bleedin` - why you actin` dumb<br>Cause my hollows have you hollerin` at the top of your lungs - you filthy scum<br><br>[**Pause - Mr. G-stacka continues**]<br>My `K`ll heat-seek and knock a nigga off his feet<br>And leave him face down on this hot concrete, if this bitch want beef<br>Then me and my niggaz creepin` knockin` off his whole street - good grief<br>You get the picture?... Now motherfucker get your issue<br>Cause soon as I get you, I`m usin` my pistol, to carve and split you<br>And scare up your tissue, you bitch you<br><br>[Verse 5: Lil` Twist]<br>Jackin` other niggaz for dollars, that`s my motto<br>Eliminatin` pussy niggaz with pistol poppin` hollows<br>To say I would never - fuck your bandana, here the block go<br>From bustin` concussions with simple motherfuckin` pot holes<br>On the offense, a pussy eater want get to even know what I hit like<br>In the mist of the trigger clickin`, niggaz bitchin` for dear life<br>Be prepared for war cause I`m tellin`, gunnin` you all<br>Carry my coat with clip, that`s what the clip said and blew you roof off<br>ROOF OFF, shit was haul by U-Haul<br>You jump, and hit the trunk up with the pump and I do y`all<br>You fuckin` faggots can`t hack it, ass backwards like RuPaul<br>Remember my nigga, you tremblin` get your chest blew off<br>These rules and regulations, to you, they do apply<br>So cuz is poppin`, your other option is to die<br>You couldn`t resist, and get blitzed at the drop of a dime<br>But I came for the cheese, so motherfucker why try<br>Niggaz I never heard of, get murdered<br>I`ll pull your skirt up and show the world that you`re pussy<br>And just show what this uzi - a` do<br>You motherfuckers ain`t gon` believe that I`mma gut ya<br>Blow your bones out the structure, gonna show ya that I can touch ya - FUCK YA<br>Gunnin` y`all, then I hit `em hard<br>Split `em apart when I let it off, but you`ll be better off<br>With flesh floatin`, open, in a ocean<br>Holes poked in your throat and still smokin`<br>H-V nigga, Riverside - I get you motherfuckers hog tied, if niggaz try<br>I give a FUCK - what your men do, what you been through<br>why you went to the pen dude, or who you kin to<br>Simple, I`m a fool black, shoot back where your kids go to school at<br>It`s hard to react when the Mac go click-clack<br>Four shots in your skull, and your bitch back - get that?