about me: He said this here song by The Police, "Murder By Numbers," was written by SATAN! Performed by the sons of SATAN! BEELZEBUB! LUCIFER! THE HORNED
fight You could say this one's a murder by a lunatic Hear me livin' on your ass bitch Loadin' up my weapons gettin' ready for Another street sweepin' neighbourhood drug war Police
but get dirty too My Roley cost, try to take it and I'll murder you Ya say I stun too much I can't help it, I be with baby The number one stunner who
s time for all to work together for peace 'Cause everybody's doomed if the killings don't cease Street homicide, war, it's all the same 'Cause murder is murder by
with sparklin' gold teeth And said Yo Keith, your product is always peace Yo son, you know I just got released I was on the block and got bagged by pussy police
fleece And the sheriff in this boys is police We line up empty bean cans On the fence for target practice Feared by masses, draw the fastest Scars on
last night, two undercover police officers were found, brutally murdered in a Fort Greene apartment building in Brooklyn, New York. At this time, police
fast, full mission from the stash [Timbo King] Dirty burners blazin at night, we got the ave sewn Chrome, nickel-plated, 44, murder, dead zone Police
hut, two, three, fo' Soldiers get your paper Nigga, you die if you a hater Take it from a thug by nature, by nature [Chorus x4] Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by
t care if he was down with them or not wrong place, wrong time, and they both got shot [gun blast] thirty minutes later, police is everywhere the murder
[Verse-1] As they shackled and chained me for a murder case Out the hood on my way to CYA And from CYA to the Pembrooke If they find the murder weapon
(feat. Redman) Yeah, yeah.. Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill (I'm going to kill [echoes]) [Verse One: Method
someones coffee Then it avoids an awful lot of mess 'Cause its murder by numbers, one, two, three It's as easy to learn as your abc Murder by numbers
shelf, with a grenade Met a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his chest that say Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zero Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, police
] No you don't Yo [Chorus: Onyx] These streets is tryin to kill me My best friend, could be my worst enemy, this game is deadly This ghetto might murder
wheels, used to have to whistle for sales And now I cop work every tip of the scales And I can make money for bait, sittin' in jail Walk by the C.O.,
get blazed up Before you fuck around and get chased up By some Jersey thugs, don't care who you thought or Heard we was, I murder your blood Or your
the streets, kill or be killed Eighty nine, getting money, police is mad dumb Nickel and dimes in my mouth, my gums is mad numb Twelve bars are rated