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Featuring Shabazz The Disciple & Lil Fame of MOP Prod by DJ Skizz (Intro) What up Skizz? (Verse) I'm from where the murderers ride If you heard that I died you probably visioned me shut up and layin on the stretcher 'Cause I ain't the nigga that die from high blood pressure, My demise in the midst of a crime go fresher Look at his eyes he's ready to die, Lord bless him It is what it's gonna be, ain't ones that worry me, Can't care whether is 20 of us or one of me Good ones ride with us, nigga still get yeah, Pistol whip go whole monitors, you know what time it is Low nigga run up, squeeze a couple shots in your shirt Touch your best out to see if it work (gun gun) My niggas get drunk, get high on 8 Put you out for about 20 minutes break then we rotate Straight put the beef on em, no brakes Since way back in the days, nigga name her way And we still active, still mashin Still inspiring, still shining, still firing (Hook x2) SongtexteViolence, is the universal language, Nah nigga you done pick the wrong nigga to bang with, (Brang bang) or we murder ya, (BK) you niggas get down and dirty as we bang You give em the whole thing (Verse) I'm from where the murderers ride If you heard that I died, you probably pictured a model bursting out over night It's bad to me when it pop, jerk me out of my prime My family be mad of God, cursing out of the sky, If violence be gets violence and death rules everything around me Dreams are really nightmares, in King's County, You even know my daughter was born Yes Lord the war going on here You get your fucking wig blown off here Let's put the mirror to the violence, an electrify spirit That defines vision, every ride's military silence, Stigmatary silence, ambassadors are assassinated From the port move to the block, assassinations are created, Murders are premeditated and orchestrated by symphony conducting a sort of a sawed off with spraying The rhythm of the gun shots is like a song is playing, Speaking in the same tongue to God like they talk to saying (Hook x2) Violence, is the universal language, Nah nigga you done pick the wrong nigga to bang with, (Brang bang) or we murder ya, (BK) you niggas get down and dirty as we bang You give em the whole thing (Verse) I'm from where the murderers ride If you heard that I died You'd probably picture me sunk over the wheel and my ride Drugs planted in the trunk, we aint accused of a crime Orchestrated by coentele pool to FBI Rings all on the dashboard, cruise my spirits to fly When they see scalp a ride filled with formaldehyde Police the modern they moment, stolen profits from 9's Like the prophets in black, leaders were what they prophesized Wrong Christ crucified, two G's on my side My peda's heater a sly, cause my Judas demise I pray I look my angel of death right in his eyes You coming with me motherfucker, finish this beef in the sky These last earth memories, the site was frightening Hear thunder when the hood cracks, strike the lightning Ain't no fuckin hail Mary's, is hella slobs Bring that on yo best bet, Sammy pull the plug (Hook x2) Violence, is the universal language, Nah nigga you done pick the wrong nigga to bang with, (Brang bang) or we murder ya, (BK) you niggas get down and dirty as we bang You give em the whole thing Aus Songtexte Mania