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All I see is murder murder, my mind state
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Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
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All I see is murder murder, my mind state
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Murder, murder, murder, and kill, kill, kill!
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All I see is murder murder, my mind state
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Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
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All I see is murder murder, my mind state
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Murder, murder, murder, and kill, kill, kill!
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Left the keys in the van, with a Gat in each hand
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Went up in Eastland and shot a policeman
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Fuck a peace plan if a citizen bystands
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This shit is in my hands, here's your life span
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And for what your life's worth this money is twice that
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Grab a couple grand and lay-up in Iceland
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See I'm a nice man but money turned me to Satan
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I'm thirsty for this green so bad I'm dehydratin'
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Hurry up with the cash bitch, I got a ride waitin'
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Shot a man twice in the back when he tried skatin'
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I want the whole pie, I won't be denied nathan
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Maybe I need my head inside straightened
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Brain contemplatin', clean out the register
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Dip before somebody catches ya
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Or gets your description an' sketches ya
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Then connects you as the prime suspect
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But I ain't set to flee the scene of the crime just yet
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'cause I got a daughter to feed
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And $200 ain't enough to water the seed
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The best thing would be for me to leave Taco Bell an' hit up Chess King
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And have the lady at the desk bring
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Money from the safe in the back, stepped in wavin' the MAC
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Cooperate and we can operate and save an attack
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This bitch tried to escape in the jack
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Grabbed her by the throat, it's Murder She Wrote
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You barely heard a word as she choked
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It wasn't nuttin' for her to be smoked
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Then I slammed her on her back 'til her vertebrae broke
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Just then the pigs bust in yellin' "Freeze!"
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But I'm already wanted for sellin' ki's
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And a bunch of other felonies from A to Z like spellin' bees
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So before I dropped to the ground and fell on knees
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I bust shots, they bust back
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Hit me square in the chest, I wasn't wearin' a vest...
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All I see is murder murder, my mind state
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Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
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All I see is murder murder, my mind state
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Murder, murder, murder, and kill, kill, kill!
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All I see is murder murder, my mind state
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Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
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All I see is murder murder, my mind state
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Murder, murder, murder, and kill, kill, kill!
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Left the house, pullin' out the drive, backin' out
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[?] backin' out, this lady's Jag started blackin' out
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Pulled the MAC-10 out and stuck it in her face
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Shut ya yackin' mouth before I blow the brain from out the back ya scalp
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Drug her by her hair, smacked her up
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Thinkin' fuck it, mug her while you're there, jacked her up
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Stole her car, made a profit
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Grabbed a tape from out the deck and offed it out the window
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Like the girl on Set It Off did
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Jetted off kid, stole the whip, now I'm a criminal
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Drove it through somebody's yard, dove into they swimmin' pool
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Climbed out and collapsed on the patio
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I made it out alive but I'm injured badly though
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Parents screamin', "Johnny, go in and call the police.
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Tell 'em there's a crazy man disturbing all of the peace!"
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Tried to stall him at least long enough to let me leap up
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Run in they crib and at least leave with some little cheap stuff
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Actin' like they never seen nobody hit a [?] before
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Smashed the window, grabbed the Nintendo 64
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When they sell out in stores the price triples
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I ran up the block jumpin' kids on tricycles
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And collided with an 80-year old lady with groceries
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There goes the cheese, eggs, milk and Post Toasties
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Stood up and started to see stars
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Too many siren sounds, it seemed like a thousand police cars
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Barely escaped, must o' been some dumb-luck
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Jumped up and climbed the back of a movin' dump truck
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But I think somebody seen me maybe
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Plus I lost the damn Nintendo and I must o' dropped the Beanie Baby
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Fuck it I give up, I'm surrounded in blue suits
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Came out with a white flag hollerin' "Truce, truce!" (Don't shoot!)
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Surrendered my weapon to cops.
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"Wasn't me! It was the gangsta rap and |