Stateville

Kill 'em all! C'mon niggas (Verse 1, Traxster) You don't want no static, maggot Cause once I point the automatic, at it Yo brain gon' get splattered, faggot So have it your way You got a issue wit' me? It's okay, but if you dis-respect me nigga Motherfucka's gon' pay My motherfucka's don't play This some serious shit And we murder motherfucka's we get furious wit' The theory is this; mob-life, learn the rules Fuck rap, we own straps, and start burnin' fools And you can turn the dues, that got juice on the street But fuck chief, we can all get loose wit' the heat And fuck peace, fuck stars, fuck whose in the lead It's about who blood oozin' wit' me Ya cock-biters (Verse 2, AK) I still knock bitches up off they back-wheel To the day, come like Hoover, a clean will Harder than the bars of Stateville Motherfucka flip this and put bitches on stage still Drill a couple of slugs through they grille And chase them bitches through hay-field Cause I'll peel, some hollow-points off in yo shit And I steal, the slugs in broad-day, bitch Guillotine, knock off his shoulder Spittin' shit, like spittin' comas Surround yo death, like this exposure Check out my murderous fashion "Enter the Dragon" like Bruce Lee Bracin' yoself, I keep on shootin' oozie I'm strapped wit' this Uzi I'm about to bloody up your cool-g Livin' vision, act ill AK, cell-block one, Stateville (Hook) Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Muuuurdaaa (Nigga, that's what I be yellin') (Verse 3, Dun D) I did it all for the nation Now I'm in this cell waitin' patient Killed two niggas, natural life's what I'm facin' Thinkin' of my son in my head, while I'm pacin' Two shanks in my shoe, and four on my waste That's for them big niggas, I ain't knowin' my case He be dead by the mornin', before they go in the gates Now I got another case, and I'm locked in a hole No food for months, laid on the floor A bitch nigga like you couldn't walk in my shoes My homie, Stateville, cell-block two, nigga (Hook) Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Muuuurdaaa (Nigga, that's what I be yellin') (Verse 4, Belo) I remember the targets, so I catch you alone And rip up the carcus, I don't wanna be heartless But I'm locked down in this one cell, in the darkness And reguardless, I rip yo brains, the remains when I kill shit From worse to the ill shit Got Glocks that'll tear through bricks when you build shit I put that on Will bitch, betta walk the line Or chalk up your air time Or fuck up your whole block And yo mama is missin', yo bitch wanna close shop And these four Glocks, go straight through teflon Where yo teflon? It's murda This real shit, it's murda When I kill shit, it's murda Stateville, cell-block three (Hook) Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Muuuurdaaa (Nigga, that's what I be yellin') (Verse 5, N.A.R.D) Uhh, picture me dead when the bars closin' My mind's blank, no thinkin' murder me, foul play Suicidal, ex-felony, convict nigga Appetite for destruction, bounty huntin' nigga Cause it's K-I-L-L or I'll be Killin' motherfucka for this feelin' up in me My murderous tactics is still in me I'm feelin' rejected, so I can't find peace I'm in the middle of the ribs of the Belly of the Beast As soon as he vomit, I'm released to the streets How deep? Deep, deeper than Einstein Deep, deeper than Manson Deep, deeper than the Gladius Stateville, cell-block five (Hook) Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Murda, murda (That's what I be yellin') Muuuurdaaa (Nigga, that's what I be yellin')