M-1

[Intro:] That's some fucked up shit man I'm fightin for my motherfuckin life I'm sittin here all this time over some dumb shit? These bitches out to kill me, they ain't playin! I ain't talkin 'bout no niggas either I'm talkin 'bout the motherfucker pigs FUCK it, let's GO! [Verse 1:] What would be the reason for me to jump out of the whip And run up on a motherfucker with a 50-round clip And cake him in the back of his head four or five times? His brain matter was scattered, plastered out of his mind His sister, got on the stand and told that, mouthful of lies And steady, pointin the finger but wouldn't look me in my eyes Not ONCE, did this bitch even acknowledge the real I was in my truck at the corner when her brother was killed Nowhere near the scene, I'm clean far as murder's concerned But they after me, I see, with a warrant to serve A conviction never the issue, y'all guineas[?] after some tissue She after me for the money; her nose snottin and runny This overreactin hoodrat lacin 'em with them lies Assistant to district attorney chargin, I'm facin life I done turned myself in, with no reason to run I ain't murdered a damn thing so FUCK yo' M-1! [Chorus: repeat 2X] You can't get me, tryin to convict me But you can't stick me with an M-1 Prosecution against me, cops wanna clip me Judge is against me, I'm the wrong one [Verse 2:] This got to be the most, sickenin situation, fightin this murder case and Gotta be strong and patient, look at the time I'm facin Get it outta my face, don't even think of offerin me a cop 180 years? You got to stop! You got to be shamed for wastin my time How 'bout pinnin this on the person who committed this crime? I was taught, swallow yo' own, mashin when you wrong When people can't get along, leave 'em the fuck alone Speakin of people that thinkin that people is evil He stuck around for the fight and SHOT him in broad daylight Can't imagine havin to do LIFE, for somethin I've seen But I'm only bein rebellious if you know what I mean I ain't speakin to y'all dawg, that's all they finna get Tryin to get me to give a statement, give me a cigarette! Give me fifty ki's of raw for tellin you what I saw A hundred dollars a gram then murder won't give a damn [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Now I'm 'bout sick of this motherfuckin ridiculous shit that I keep on hearin All these notions and these motherfuckin hearings The prosecution's a idiot, my record's enticin It wasn't no better than the court appointed, I'm tryin to prove a POINT That I wasn't the shooter and the photographs of the victim that you keep showin Ain't movin and I ain't know him What happened I get a check from rappin and NOT from bein a cop I never LIKED you motherfucker so STOP! Fuck the police, and yo' investigation His way of intimidation was more like a presentation of LIES I see it off in his eyes, he after my soul But I'll never give it away to you bitches and hoes Instead of killin these niggas we need to look at the bigger picture Get to pop us a month or just maybe order some coffins And bury us motherfuckers, that's puttin in work Just to bust 'em in the back of the head, dick in the dirt C'mon! [Chorus] [Outro:] Still ain't got nothin for you bitches! I beat that shit bitch Wonderboy