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Stone killers in these Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all on me
Murder,
Murder,
Call 9-1-1
Hands up in the air for the you'll see
It's murder, it's
Murder,

My daddy done killed a
Went and put that dome to her
My done killa you
feel a pull a part that man and
(Let me up!) What it look
See my done kill 'em dead
Bullets come from the earth
My daddy killa you
Don't feel a pull a that man and
(Let me up!) it look?

Stone cold killers in Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all on me
Murder,
Murder,
Call emergency
up in the air for the words you'll see
It's murder, murder
Murder,

(It's been a 187 in bitch!)
Murderess, listen, hit a suburban whippin'
Tinted windows at your wifey (Blah!) and I bet you miss her
Reload the protools and we throw the clip in trays
That's one on the left and one in the right hand, Pippen both ways
Been doin' drive bys got this music industry time
Lookin' Rosecrans when niggas throw up them signs, but I
I'm talkin' about that where it's hot grinds
Shit, I'm just get paid and keep 'em guys high
Sometimes I feel like I could just 'em, bury 'em
delirium, mass hysteria, scarier area
I'm very aware hip hop needed somethin' to carry it
So I married that bitch and swung in that chariot
Hangin' way too fuckin' close, beware the
This is hub city nigga, make us embarrass you
Man, you should be realistic, these 'round here ballistic
We did the and you lookin' like another statistic

Stone cold killers in these streets
One on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder,
Murder,
9-1-1 emergency
Hands up in the air for the to see
murder, it's murder
Murder,

Ahh, recognize whatever side the sides reside until the dead has
Live in a building, dodgin' the module ceilings
I ride, I'mma ride in a jeep
Ride with the of five blind men, my vision (Corrupted)
Mama tried counselin', plans for Kendrick (But fuck it)
My ties, had sabotaged Rosecrans existence (abducted)
My on surveillance, they payed me a visit (Disgusting)
Our packed, raiders in black
Curls drippin', silver bullet, in my strap
I lie on the side of a one way
to go, death all I can see
I say "Fuck is up?", I fuck 'em up, supper's up or somethings up
I hoping all get orthotist, it before the double dutch broke
Plenty ruckus with the weapon I protect it oath
My discretion, fuck your blessing, your life
Fuck your hope, fuck mama
Fuck your daddy, fuck you dead
Fuck the up when we came up, that's Compton homie!

Murder,


It's all

Murder,
Murder,
been a murder
(It's been a 187 in bitch!)