Welcome how are you feeling today? What did you do yesterday? Another life slipped away Howcome murder one is all you think of Is that all you dream
in, the model the make the plate and which motel which lake they found her in, and how they attacked the victim, say which murder weapon was used to do what and which one
In and out on the autumn and If the ramada inn Holdin onto the pill bottle then Lick my finger and swirl it round the bottom And make sure I got all of it Wake
ask you again Am I just jerkin the chain Am I bizerk or insane Or am I just one of them damn amateurs Workin the damn camera filmin one of them Paris
pray e'ry day when I drop to my knees I say - look what you done for me Look-look-look, look-look-look, look what you done for me [Cassidy:] Hey! I wake
Sound like it was a good idea, til a murder happen to you Dumb-stupid, or stupid-dumb, either one you dont have a clue Voice perfect for CNN but knew
unsanitary my heater is in a corner Diamonds always exposed I roll with that Arizona Heater be hibernating come wake it up if you wanna Doctor resuscitating to wake
before I wake Pray no one my soul to take If I wake before I die, rescue me with your smile If I should die before I wake There ain't no one my soul
the beginnin, it was me (blastin) Nas (I'm blastin) (Nas) I stood alone (Ashanti) but now (Ash) Don't you know that I will never leave (Nas) Murder Inc
' baby This is definitely, step to me, get a hysterectomy Technically I'll murder anyone who disrespectin' me Seventeen Carollton - mess with me, I bury one Three-eighty - I carry one
a book or write it in a letter Wake up in the morning and there's still no guarantee So I went looking out today For the one who got away Murder walking
every word That you quoted, said I wouldn't be the one that sewed it but (ha) we exploded I'm that rap nigga that you heard with Tupac, Sole, Lynch & Bo, Wake
of blood Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake
It's a hell up in Harlem, fuck it, another day Another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the rottweilers Pull the collars, make 'em sit for the godfather
known to get ill We carried heat for protection but not to kill We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun And all I was thinkin was murder one Bust
tonight to murder things We gonna leave this bitch tonight a murder scene In black from head to toe we murder clean Do you know the name of the click that murder
