Fresh out the drop chuck taylors hit the street cracking the ground there he go with the crack and the pound im right here, aint no backing me down hands on the hot hood, compton sheriffs patting me down they want to know about the tatoo tear, if i know 50? and why them guns blow like Lina Richie? if my 9' get itchy, somebody gotta pass away like that bitch nigga that killed Jam Masta J you dont like it, you can come get my ass today ill be waiting with a vest, ski-mask and 'K niggas left me for dead back in the day i found out it was a hard knock life without asking Jay its a hard knock life then you pass away Rest In Peace to Morseburg, pull out a glass of 'ze this for all my niggas in compton killing gimmie 5 years nigga, im bringing compton millions.
(chorus) when i come from murderville where them gangsters and hutlers live little kids out on the block hollow points and harlem rocks dont seem like its gonna change look in my eyes, you can feel my pain its a war out on them blocks duck down when you hear them shots...
back in the building, back to the war by that Jackie Robinson mural i use to sell crack by that wall hopping fences, with the crack in my draws i got bitches that'll hit the penetentary stuff the crack in there walls, pause. take off the jewels and bandanas let me holla at my nigga jim jones and santana thanks for representing but when the text is spitting one shot, spin around the block i think we left a witness. im from the coast where props are never given fuck rap, i start making wooden boxes for a living nigga, they call me sergeant slaughter cause the sergeants on him, S. Carter, Von-Dutches and a quart of water i know jesus, but he dont walk across no water i call him "hey-suse" he get that chalk across the border off that grey goose, i put that chalk around your daughter but i got patients, and im just what the doctor ordered.
(chorus) when i come from murderville where them gangsters and hutlers live little kids out on the block hollow points and harlem rocks dont seem like its gonna change look in my eyes, you can feel my pain its a war out on them blocks duck down when you hear them shots...
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