Crime Scene lyrics

[Dave Bing]
The f*ck is wrong with y'all n*ggas
You think this sh*t is a game n*gga
Like it ain't about murder and cocaine n*gga
The f*ck is wrong wit y'all
It's Murder Inc n*gga
With some Dave Bing sh*t
Stop gettin it f*cked up
Yeah

[Dave Bing]
Yo the first dollar for me
I admit it the block did it
Murder came with it
Nice cars and dime b*tches
Hangin out late
Nicknamed the milk-crate
But on a bad note came jail time and jam nines
Can you feel the rhyme, feel a thug trying to shine
On the grind, you better keep your ass in line
Cuz from the get-get-go n*gga, say it ain't so n*gga
You was watchin me through your window n*gga
Doing crimes, selling twenties for dimes
Middle finger in the air screamin f*ck one time
As you peep out, don't got the balls to speak out
Scary reach out, scream murder and pull the Glock out
c*ck it back, then tell your crew to relax
Take a deep breath, now take six to the chest
Ten to the neck, just incase you wearin a vest
And thats the whole sixteen coppin in safeen
[Tah Murdah]
Motherf*cker when you see Tah
Bet I'm holdin a fifth and a full clip
At any given moment to flip on some bullsh*t
Spit it sick, flowin like alien
And I'm way beyond flashin
So if you see crumbs n*gga, get to dashin
I mastered the game, accurate aim
Put two in you
Slappin your dame, jump back in the Range
For this hover dough
Rapidly gunnin the floor like a calico
Let it rip, reload, and spit a hundred more
Give you a reason to run, oh, you gung-ho
I hope y'all n*ggas really ready cuz my steel is heavy
And feel no petty for those stuffed in a box
n*gga peep it and watch, how the sun glisten on rocks
I p*ssed on the blocks and hustle for scraps
But now I'm on some click-clack
Keep your eyes on the cash, gimme that
Where they at, y'all n*ggas want it
We right here, let me make myself clear
n*gga we can't be touched
The f*ck y'all want

[Ronnie Bumps]
From rob men that rob grown men
And be the one hustlin til the one come in
The worst n*ggas c*ck back, and spit for gin
Til the day we win n*ggas is gonna fall from wood hall
Thugs who seen it all, this is war
The streets ain't the same no more
n*ggas came to keep the roar but ??? on the floor
Let's explore, whoevers quick on the draw is the law
The f*ck you set these rules for
It's the streets
My code is the heat plus we all gotta eat
Take a seat, and watch the streets get runned by thugs
Now stand up, and watch my hustlin n*ggas rush the club
Automatic love, fingerprints, clubs b, 38 snubb
Motherf*cker, do you know me?
Ronnie Bump with a four-five that won't leave you lonely
My slugs will be your homeys
Pop the Glock and make you know me
[Black Child]
I was only fourteen doin my thing
Gettin cream in Jamaica Queens
n*ggas scheme for they dreams
Come clean, if not, you gots to get shot
Give me the ooh-op, and let me hold down the block
f*ck cops, I pump crack rocks on back blocks
Lace shots, at them snitch n*ggas, snap box
Black Child couldn't go play with the children
Cuz I was too buisy pumpin up them jums in the buildin
While most kids went to school to maintain
I was in the spot cookin up cocaine
The game got me, at eighteen I got sloppy
Caught a body and shot up his house party
Time to relocate, I better transport my weight
Pick up all my papes and bounce out of state
Catch me in Virginia I ain't gonna never surrender
Unless I'm dead or injured and thats somethin to rememeber n*gga

[O1]
Yo it ain't nuthin but murder one
n*ggas holdin they guns and bustin em
My n*ggas foul son we spray up the block
And leave bystanders numb and braindumb
n*ggas heard the shots but where they commin from
I squeezed off and hit his b*tch up, my aim's off
But f*ck it, n*gga rob the block for twelve hundred
So I came off, if it's murder you want it's murder I give
Makin it harder for n*ggas to live for you and your kids
No question, murder perfection dog
I'm runnin through you and into the Lord I never prayed for
God knows I'm layin for him bustin at the sky
My aim's on him, my man Kurt died the blames on him
You better believe him, killin n*ggas dead for this dream
By any means I'm deadin your team, destroyin your dreams
Now hows bout this n*gga O goin all out for the dough
Yo I show out, f*ck around and get blowed out
Ugh