[C-Murder]

who's da killer whos the motherfuckin nigga

the one that pull the gun the one that squeaze the fucking trigger

the cops wanna ask me, wanna harrass me

about this dead body in the grass G

If you think Im gonna talk then your wrong

cause in the ghetto, snitches dont live long

so Ima mind my own and keep stiffing

and dont ask me about no motherfuckin murder weapon

my kids still ringin from the gun black

because it all happened so fast

I guess my nigga Lil Mark going to heaven

another black victim of 187

his mom might be crying but she aint shocked

her son lived and died by the fucking rock

and thats how the story goes

everybody in the ghetto getting sweated by the po po's

but ill never help your ass in this game nigga...

Who's Da Killer?



[Master P]

Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat- quick to put slugs in your cap

and walk through your hood with my mug on

call me master p or call me Al Capone

a nigga with no heart

I was born in the ghetto, homeless in a shopping cart

pushed up the street by a dope fiend

took to a crack house and taught to use a triple beam

and ever since then Ive been crazy

step to a nigga like me your pushing daisies

cause Im quick this in that ass to the county

and while your dead wipe your blood up with bounty

from the corner to the hearse and that assed up

put bullets in your ass like a garbage truck

eliminating fools like a sewer rat

and floss my 380 married to a mack

and that ill be a Mack 10

so when i run up on a set punk you know ima do you in



[Big Ed]

late night in the cutti time to have some fun

got a page on my beeper it was number 1

reached for the mobile phone got it down to

tuner called my lady ";Yo, whats go