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Stone cold killers in Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all on me
Murder,
Murder,
Call 9-1-1
Hands up in the air for the words see
It's murder, it's
Murder,

My daddy killed a bitch
Went and put that to her head
My daddy done you
feel a pull a part that man and
(Let me up!) What it like?
See my daddy kill 'em dead
Bullets come from the earth
My daddy done you
feel a pull a part that man and
(Let me up!) it look?

Stone cold killers in these Compton
One hand on the 9, all on me
Murder,
Murder,
9-1-1 emergency
Hands up in the air for the words see
murder, it's murder
Murder,

(It's a 187 in this bitch!)
Murderess, murder listen, hit a suburban
Tinted windows ride at your wifey (Blah!) and I bet you her
the protools and we throw the clip in both trays
That's one on the and one in the right hand, Scottie Pippen both ways
Been doin' drive bys got this music industry lined
Lookin' like Rosecrans when throw up them signs, but I
I'm talkin' about that bottom it's hot grinds
Shit, I'm just tryna get and keep 'em guys high
I feel like I could just bury 'em, bury 'em
Cause delirium, mass hysteria, area
I'm very aware hip hop needed somethin' to carry it
So I married that bitch and swung down in chariot
Hangin' way too fuckin' close, beware the
This is hub city nigga, don't us embarrass you
Man, you should be realistic, niggas 'round here ballistic
We did the numbers and you lookin' like statistic

Stone cold killers in Compton streets
One on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder,
Murder,
9-1-1 emergency
Hands up in the air for the to see
murder, it's murder
Murder,

Ahh, recognize whatever side the sides until the dead has risen
Live in a project building, the module ceilings
I ride, I'mma ride in a stolen
Ride the eyes of five blind men, my vision (Corrupted)
tried counselin', five plans for Kendrick (But fuck it)
My family's ties, had sabotaged existence (abducted)
My aliens on surveillance, they payed me a (Disgusting)
Our packed, raiders in black
Curls drippin', silver bullet, palladium in my
I lie on the of a one way street
Nowhere to go, all I can see
I say "Fuck is up?", I fuck 'em up, your supper's up or up
I hoping all get orthotist, rope it before the dutch broke
Plenty ruckus the weapon I protect it under oath
My discretion, fuck your blessing, fuck your
Fuck your hope, fuck your
Fuck your daddy, fuck you dead
Fuck the world up we came up, that's Compton homie!

Murder,


It's all

Murder,
Murder,
It's been a
(It's been a 187 in bitch!)