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It's all your fault, Al (uh uh, uh) It's all... Where we at? Bo Jackson, let's get it (ay, 227) Can't none of y'all mirror me back (at all) Back to them ol' [?] boys steerin' the Ac (uh huh) Ain't have a quarter for a gumball out the machine (flat broke) Was choppin' up them 8-balls with a house full of fiends (let's get it) Run in and out, then I pull off once I count up the cream (it's all here) Got Uncle Whoadie takin' calls while I round up the beans (iceman) Want all the blues and the orange, my niggas so Detroit (hell block) Taj Mahal told me pull up, he said he on [?] A smoker came with thirty bucks, gave her a skimpy dime Told auntie "hurry the fuck up", she took her sweet time I pulled off 'fore she made it on, she was takin' too long (where we at?) Jalisa came at me with nine, gave her two stones (be right back) For bein' patient, she hate waitin', I hate takin' shorts (I does) Woke up this morning off the drank, shit had me late for court (drugs) Four fives and two sixes, [aviator sport ?] (uh huh) That's two pints, add it up, my niggas drinkin' quarts (what else?) On hell block, still in the flame, don't make me blast the torch My PO parked up at my crib, she say I ain't report Got me depressed Murder is a tough thing to digest Songtexte30 with the green beam, thuggin' in the projects Learned to keep them killings clean, had to cover my steps Kept them Bernadines, knew not to post them guns on the 'net Streets is watchin' Murder is a tough thing to digest It's a slow process, so before you take cuts in that line Murder is a tough thing to digest Yeah, you know the rest Eye to the sky, got my head up in the cloud (yeah) Can hear the concrete crack soon as I step foot on the ground I been up and runnin', only six [ nickles?] With enough shooters to round up and shut the city down With ten 47s, ain't no question, we did them niggas foul Heavy press, my niggas plow, better catch up with your crowd Grew up around gorillas, dope dealers and young wild niggas My hitters, they're game with this shit, y'all niggas clout killers It's concreatures, two-way [Tu sei?] siete, rockin piete from the UK on the expressway (where we at?) On my way to the next play, bumped into Jefe He went up on the ticket, plus this shit look like it's played with (what's this?) Spotty in the middle, off-white, without no shine to it (why this shit look like this?) Was somethin' like a piano, I had to fine-tune it (uh) Honor student from the university of crime school (Crime U) Your baby mama used to move the work for me and find blues Five rules that you must abide when you in the mob (gang) Never break the oath, bend or fold, never steal or rob From the La Famil', cross the fam, take it up with God This mafia shit so for real, I had to pay [?] Don't you want to hear my last words? I just did 'Chemist, let's get it Murder is a tough thing to digest 30 with the green beam, thuggin' in the projects Learned to keep them killings clean, had to cover my steps Kept them Bernadines, knew not to post them guns on the 'net Streets is watchin' Murder is a tough thing to digest It's a slow process, so before you take cuts in that line Murder is a tough thing to digest Aus Songtexte Mania