i'm freakin' out. what's that you say, there's a murder down below. it happens every day in the land of snow. another murder in hollywood. in hollywood, there's murders
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screamed on They sent me up North To a prison with a ??? All day long Lift weights we ??? ??? Meet King-Kong, Big Don, and Little Shawn Murda One got
know..... I give love to all my niggaz Murder Inc. fam, my nigga Gotti, what up nigga I nigga Prim, we with you niggaz Been with a nigga, roll with a
sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocet full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, HMMM Blacker than
High.... Verse One: Method Man Scuse me as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocet full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk
'd can't be judged I never'd go Hollywood Cause they cannot change this thug about this paper And never to raised to be a fame chaser My mama'd always
I can call a fucking killer, do a job on this boy I can make this fool, I can rape this fool I can get them off my five o-clock or ten o-clock news I
I can call a fucking killer, do a job on this boy I can make this fool, i can rape this fool I can get them off my five o-clock or ten o-clock news I
The hood got swear tryin to be circle I don't give a fuck I'll leave a bunch dead Urkels I don't pillow talk, I'll tell a hoe what she need to know I
Bang Bang] Murder, bad boy ya block off ah Murder, rude boy ya pop off ah Murder, nine millimeter me say Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, men an
'Scuse me, as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture
', but I'm just saggin' I betcha don't wanna see the D O double G and you can't see The D R to the E or my motherfuckin' homey D.O.C. You know you can
'Scuse me as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture? Stalk the dead body like a vulture
o'clock Or ten o'clock news I can lend a helping hand I can be your fucking friend I can leave his body stankin' In a croquer garbage can If you ain't claiming Hollywood
You know, you give love to all my niggaz Murder Inc. fam, my nigga Gotti, what up nigga? My nigga Prim, we with you niggaz Been with a nigga, roll with a
army to stop a big invasion? Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get
Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture, Tical get Blacker than your