body coming for its murderer Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem Go 'head and live careless Five years from
gonna Stick N Move & bust up yo ass fo' tha 9 6 My memories get haunted by events in tha past, had an outlet to be free from dirty visions at last. A
' of 'Murder', it's killer You outta your mind, the burner's designed for the fill up No gas, and when I spits like acid Smoke reefer, blow ether, spit ashes
mashing could my people really be laughing paying attention to what he was saying to keep from crashing (baby) Baby let me throw my ashes I was thinking
escape with me In 63 Cleve Chevrolet Classic Rollin down the boulevard, flossin in the masses Eyes bloodshot, so I'm rollin with my glasses From the West Coast where we turn it into ashes
Now in these cynical times are stereotypical minds Got me falling from my pinnacle the minute I climb Now these subliminal thoughts got individuals blind
of men Millions regardless, dying by my hand A black age of fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of
it's killer You outta your mind, the burner's designed for the fill up No gas, and when I spits like acid smoke weed, but blow ether, spit ashes cause
streets You either play the role or get your god damn ass beat See I can get the pussy and money is a must Try to stop me -- ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Forced to intercept with the click from Shaolin Killin' devils, scatter they ashes over the sea of Mediterranean That's my trademark, PS burned in my victim's heart I be the star from
streets You either play the role or get your goddamn ass beat See, I can get the pussy and money is a must Try to stop me, ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Even Scooby Doo snitched with that hippy ass van But me I know the scoop I know the plan Ask me no questions I tell you no lies, you know the deal The real criminals
of these crowds that slim draws Is rowdy as crenshaw boulevard when it's packed and fulla cars Some of these crowds me and snoop draw +is+ niggaz from crenshaw From
Left Behind My Life Is Stripped Away From The Gun Of A Homicidal Lunatic There Is No Justice For A Crime The Guilty Go Unpunished Merciless Criminal
get thrown sent home in a coffin Punk stuff don't make it back, very often I got Erick to take care of the Sermon Ashes to ashes, dust, bodies burnin
nigga that hard time shit criminal minded, posted on the grind shit that cone silencer for one time shit turnin, pounds into ashes drinkin Cristal from
this Act like an activist; you know, active Nigga like me just has to spit acid Sucker like you just has to get blasted Ashes to ashes, Frasier to Cassius