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Murderers The Crime Scene

twelve hundred So I came off, if it's murder you want it's murder I give Makin it harder for niggaz to live for you and your kids No question, murder

block for twelve hundred So I came off, if it's murder you want, it's murder I give Makin' it harder for niggaz to live for you and your kids No question, murder

Now murder needs a weapon and i just need a crime this parking lot's littered with leeches alike they're the kind that you find so easy to target yet

Oh baby here comes the sound! I took a train outta New Orleans and they shot me full of ephedrine. This is how we like to do it in the murder scene

In the middle of a gun fight In the center of a restaurant They say, "come with your arms raised high!" Well they're never gonna get me Like a bullet

Well if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say. I never want to let you down or have you go- it's better off this way. For all the dirty looks,

Stay out of the light Or the photograph that I gave you You can say a prayer if you need to Or just get in line and I'll grieve you Can I meet you Alone

Well let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling And now the red ones make me fly

Long ago Just like the hearse, you die to get in again We are so far from you Burning on Just like a match you strike to incinerate The lives of everyone