Mouse
05-07-2004, 06:21 PM
I heard a murder-I
heard a murder-I heard...
Yeah nigga, we holler about all of the murders, look what
they did to Tyrone/ Flippin' the flow then let it burn/ Without the pistols the police ain't
strong, feal the Bone/ Bitch, you fuckin' with all of the black, gat, fleet/ And in 1999 when
you meet up in Egypt, bet it be no peace for police/ The Biz here to rip the streets and get
'em all pissed, gonna get bit/ We don't take defeat, me never retreat/ You could lose your
arms better use your feet/ Just pick up my Henny/ Yeah, nigga, yeah yeah/ Hear the pump
erupt, we're corrupt as a four dollar buck/ Come and get fucked up, and get up outta the
county, nigga get rowdy/ Duck in a valley, disappear-pear in an alley, reappear-pear off in
Cali/ Can you feel me daddy? Proudly handle stuff like a man (man) And went through shit in
Cleveland (Cleveland) with the band/ Now look at the platinum, fuck the rap/ And corner
bitch-made hation nation now-a-days an occupation (Hey) So why you hate me? (Hey) Still
can't fade me away (Hey).Go on, be gone/ The point of view was made with the sound and
murder the cops and drop the bomb, bomb, bom
heard a murder-I heard...
Yeah nigga, we holler about all of the murders, look what
they did to Tyrone/ Flippin' the flow then let it burn/ Without the pistols the police ain't
strong, feal the Bone/ Bitch, you fuckin' with all of the black, gat, fleet/ And in 1999 when
you meet up in Egypt, bet it be no peace for police/ The Biz here to rip the streets and get
'em all pissed, gonna get bit/ We don't take defeat, me never retreat/ You could lose your
arms better use your feet/ Just pick up my Henny/ Yeah, nigga, yeah yeah/ Hear the pump
erupt, we're corrupt as a four dollar buck/ Come and get fucked up, and get up outta the
county, nigga get rowdy/ Duck in a valley, disappear-pear in an alley, reappear-pear off in
Cali/ Can you feel me daddy? Proudly handle stuff like a man (man) And went through shit in
Cleveland (Cleveland) with the band/ Now look at the platinum, fuck the rap/ And corner
bitch-made hation nation now-a-days an occupation (Hey) So why you hate me? (Hey) Still
can't fade me away (Hey).Go on, be gone/ The point of view was made with the sound and
murder the cops and drop the bomb, bomb, bom