| 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') |