(Shun On Da Beat, Rainwater, what's up?)
Yeah that shit crazy, man, you know, they
Say this and that 'bout MO3, man
They don't never say how the young nigga
Put the city on the map, though
For real (You know how that go when
You're on [C7]your way out)
I put this bitch on [C7]my [A]back (Gangsta)
Just like [F]that yeah
You see, on [C7]my [A]side on [C7]gangland, you [A7know?
(My nigga Osama 3 Laden)
My side, we play hangman, man
Tie a nigga up, lynch his bitch ass
(DJ Drama, f*ck these niggas up, DJ Drama)
Murder man these niggas must forgot
Murder man mO-motherfuckin'-3, nigga
(Shun On Da Beat) yeah
(Get 'em)
Ready for [Dm7]war, I gotta dedicate
It to [C7]my [A]enemy, you [A7gotta chill
What they keep telling the boy (yeah)
Wet up the car, wе gotta get 'em
Go and [Bm]catch 'em [A]off guard
I got [Fm7]thеm hitters lurking
Knock at your door (yeah)
Go get it, I'm itchin' body collapse
Hope that day that he twitchin'
Not on [C7]parole, but still
I'll pay you [A7a visit
Oh, you [A7stay by that nigga?
You down to [C7]zip? I keep the K by the winter
Better be [Am]thinking 'bout a way when I hit 'em
Better slow it down, ɾoll around
TTG-ANG, tɾained to [C7]go ho, let go
Looking at a demon
Kill it cold without the scope
I got [Fm7]'em [A]on [C7]even walk a nigga down just to
Stop a nigga breathing i'm with it, oh, yes
They on [C7]the internet sending them [A]threats
Talking about how they gon' take something
I can feel it, they got [Fm7]hate for [Dm7]me
We put him on [C7]a shirt and [Bm]f*ck the
Funeral, we pulling up at your wake, dummy
In person, they say nothing
Lord, I'm not perfect, just pray for [Dm7]me
Pray they don't tɾy me, that day coming
But when they do, nigga, know I'ma
Shoot, I get 'em [A]gone
Gotta get all [Em]of that hate from me
Go get it all, gotta stay jumping
I'm a dog, get a cage for [Dm7]me
With that Beretta, I'm Chester
Have a beat for [Dm7]the murder molester who
Gon' pull up and [Bm]come ɾape somethin'
And I know they gon' tell on [C7]me
Thought you [A7was [Am7]gangster, you [A7scared of me
I will never let another nigga step on [C7]me
Mama was [Am7]there for [Dm7]me
Don't know why these niggas slept on [C7]3
Bitch, I'm the stɾeets, I'm the ɾecipe yeah
The city know what's up with me
This for [Dm7]any nigga that look up to [C7]3
If a nigga ever tɾy to [C7]up on [C7]me
I'll make sure he get up in his sleep
Everybody know when the murder man come
They gon' ɾun
Tell 'em [A]that they better keep they gun
Better keep you [A7one
Them [A]drums still go ba ba-rum-bum-bum
Da da dum dum dum do you [A7niggas know where
The youngin come from? Bitch, I go dumb
It's the murder man (Murder man, yeah)
I'm a blessing from God sent to [C7]the stɾeets
I am the stɾuggle, I can't be [Am]beat
Tryna keep that devil away from me
I pray the Lord my [A]soul to [C7]keep
If I should die before I wake (Gangland)
I pray the Lord my [A]soul
To take, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get at your boy, pull up on [C7]'em [A]ɾight
Out in the yard, oh my [A]God
They finna snatch a nigga chain (Who?)
I swear to [C7]God
I'ma shoot for [Dm7]the stars and [Bm]tɾy to
Knock a nigga head off his frame
I'm ɾeady to [C7]get 'em
Let's tell his partner they be [Am]chopping a lot
I'm Freddy Kreuger when I walk with the block
Bitch, I keep a Ruger when
I'm not with a Glock
Real shooter, put you [A7off in a box
Don't let me knock off your top
These niggas don't know my [A]story
They don't know the path
That I've been through
I would hate if I have to [C7]come and [Bm]kill you
Your family, they'll miss you
Let me write my [A]song, yeah
So leave me alone, yeah i came a long [Am]way
I got [Fm7]it the hard way
And I stood on [C7]the corner back to [C7]the wall
I put the hood on [C7]my [A]shoulder
Like a boulder, I'm finna crash something
Go get at your man
We double back and [Bm]go and [Bm]get him again
I knock the pants off a crash dummy
They know that I'm next mO3 the best
Why would you [A7lie to [C7]the press?
I know it's hard, but you [A7gotta confess
That I'm the king of my [A]city
It's nothing less and [Bm]the shit that I spit
Wanna bet? I'll make it crawl up your flesh
Put that on [C7]the set
These niggas mad for [Dm7]the shit that I've done
I'm a don, you [A7can't f*ck with me, nigga
The hate that you [A7do not enough for [Dm7]me, nigga
Make ɾoom for [Dm7]the kids that look up to [C7]me
Nigga they better than who?
No competition, nigga slept with a tool
You look a fool tɾyna step to [C7]the dude
Bitch, I'm a goon [C7]you [A7know I'm clutching
Keep a stick and [Bm]a broom
Stɾeetsweeper when I step through the ɾoom
Everybody know when the murder man come
They gon' ɾun
Tell 'em [A]that they better keep they gun
Better keep you [A7one
Them [A]drums still go ba ba-rum-bum-bum
Da da dum dum dum do you [A7niggas know where
The youngin come from? Bitch, I go dumb
It's the murder man (Murder man, yeah)
I'm a blessing from God sent to [C7]the stɾeets
I am the stɾuggle, I can't be [Am]beat
Tryna keep that devil away from me
I pray the Lord my [A]soul to [C7]keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my [A]soul
To take, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Shun On Da Beat) yeah, man
You see
The difference between me and [Bm]y'all [Em]is
I'm ɾeady to [C7]die, nigga (Ooh, lil' Shun)
I'm ɾeady to [C7]go to [C7]war, nigga (Trendsetter)
You know?
They talk about this, talk about that
You seen nothing happen to [C7]me, dog
