my g's with the weed in the apartments For my dogs in the law hit with charges Fuck them, 'cause I love ya'll regardless For my chicks in the whips dancin
, we're Public Enemy #1 in New York Public Enemy #1 in Chicago Public Enemy #1 in Detroit Public Enemy #1 in Oakland Public Enemy #1 in Baltimore Public Enemy
? mob figga, West Coast, who ride? When we rob niggaz money make my squad bigger But we ain't sell our souls, bustin? on my enemies, murder my foes At my
plastic, had they fam on some sad shit My conscience buggin' filled wit all the bad memories I'm visionin' dead enemies tryin' to kill me In my sleep
, Hennessee and Moet While I'm chillin' with my man on the wooden set Front, I strike accurate you get wet Whatever choice you select handle appropriately Baby 9, murder my
company Tough with or with the Baretta tucked right under my sweater And we hide it in the lot where the blood of my killas Be keepin' the apartment, partner you tight but my
a nigga face melt like the ozone In the mind of a psycho, what goes on? Colombian necktie with no clothes on Murder show's on, in the K-Town I'm the
blue black My nigga my nerve, fresh out the curb Jelly jam and preserve, nothin but balls and my word And a mossburg pistol grip pump on my lap at all
on his bone Somebody beatin' up the block on fresh rider rims If it's me, hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome Crying on the phone, hoe thinkin
Here I am motherfuckers Thought I was gone, huh Y'all just gon' take my shit and run wit it, huh Oh, I gotta get you I gotta get you my adrenaline steel
love, but ain't none left Won't speak no names, I won't waste my breath Got too much stamina, too much energy Strengthen capabilities to crush my enemies
My break I'm fresh off it I never change I'm stuck in these ways Nike Airs sweats and Taurus But I'm a do it for my enemies They wanna end my chill wanna
my number one job is it the ice on my motherfuckin wrist? that's got these dog ass hoes acting like bitches or mabye its the 50 g's I spend up on my teeth
slow C-Murder, man number 187 Oh you in on murder one Get your shit, boy, you going upstate Fuck the world, bitch Nigga I'm C, motherfucking Murder
my daddy, thank you for what you left us I swear to protect, and the only way to carry on, is carry on My nigga little Mike, my nigga G-Slim, and my cousin
the strap and don't talk Set trip, murder at night, we stalk Yellow tape, bodies outlined in the chalk I keeps my enemies close Last night seen a life straight turn to ghost My
that least circumstances, Keeps a cool composure, One time's takin those glances, Who be's your enemy on the evilest team, Racketeerin all your c.r.e
forever. Tru niggas. Chorus [c-murder] I'm a mobb with my niggas forever I'm a mobb with my niggas forever [magic] I hope ya niggas feel me...... [c-murder