Murder, murder, true gangster that I heard of
Bitch ass nigga with his nuts up
Fuckin' with the one, to the eight, to the seven, specialize in a slick-ass 211
Suicidal thoughts in my brain make my nerves jump
So I go upstairs to my closet, get the sawed-off pump
And go on a-
One, to the eight, to the seven, specialize in a slick-ass 211
Suicidal thoughts—


Im insane, mane, it's the D-O-G
Pickitty packin' the TEC-9 for all you busters with the ana', G
Pitty-pat, chrome Gat, smackin' one of these bitches bad
Hollow shells of hell when I'm blastin' dead his coward ass
187, 211, deadly be this fuckin' game
Hit two to the brain, close range, 'cause im crazy, mane
Pistol packin', never lack, slackin' up, when I'm servin', ho
Blast and lettin' go, I'm about that more murder, more murder, more murder
Evil screams from the dark side tellin' me to kill again
Nine times outta ten, Full Clip gotta comprehend
Listenin' to them voices, hearin' noises in my bedroom
Twelve o'clock at midnight, wakin' up in a cold tomb
Homicidal flashback with the 9mm Gat
Coughin' up some blood as them thugs carvin' a bullet slug in his brain
Im insane, mane, it's the D-O-G
Twelve o'clock at midnight, wakin' up in a cold tomb
Homicidal flashback with the 9mm Gat
Coughin' up some blood as them thugs carvin' a bullet slug in his brain
Im insane, mane, it's the D-O-G
Twelve o'clock at midnight, wakin' up in a cold tomb—

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A gangster in effect, a real nigga on the track
A clip on my hip, and I shoot a buster back
As real as you might call yourself, I hope that you can back it up
Clickin' on your ass, when I blast, I don't give a fuck
A gangster in effect, a real nigga on the track
A clip on my hip, and I shoot a buster back
As real as you might call yourself, I hope that you can back it up
Clickin' on your ass, when I blast, I don't give a fuck

Murda, murda, true gangstas that I heard a
Bitch ass nigga with his nuts up, Fucking with the
1 to the 8 to the 7, Spread your last in a slick ass 2-11
Suicidal thoughts, in my brain make my nerves jump
So I go upstairs to the closet get the sawed-off pump and go we on a
1 to the 8 to the 7, Spread your last in a slick ass 2-11, suicide
I'm insane mane, it's the D-O-G
Pickitty packin' the TEC-9, for all you suckas with this energy
Pitty pat, chrome gat, smackin' one of these bitches bad
Hollow shells of hell, when I'm blasting at his coward head
1-8-7, 2-11 deadly be this fuckin' gang
Hit you to the brain, close range 'cause I'm crazy mane
Pistol packin' never lack slackin' up
While im servin' hoe, blastin' lettin' go
Im about that mo murda, mo murda, mo murda
Evil screams from the dark side, telling me to kill again
9 times out of 10, full clip gotta comprehend
Listening to them voices, hearing noises in my bedroom
12 o'clock at midnight waking up, in a cold tomb
Homicidal flashback with the 9mm gat
Coughing up some blood, is them thugs Covered in Bullet slugs
In his brain, Im insane mane its the D-O-G
12 o'clock at midnight waking up, in a cold tomb

Pimp nigga breaking on ah bitch nigga
Drinking on some crown clown
Watch me whoop a dirty hoe down
I was raised to dog em all
Smack em up jack em up
Push em to the wall dog
Fill they mouth up full of nut
Fuck em in the bunk bed or the fuckin toilet bowl
It really don't matter to me cuz she's
a gee won't make your pockets swole
Now I gotta dump that hoe
But she wanna stick me
With a fucking knife
bitch I'm strapped with a uzi

I'm ready to make 'em drop, with a pop, G-L-O-C-K
Busters under the wings, on my thoughts, I face 'em every day
No fear in my heart, I ain't scared to be the one that kills
So if you got your tone, bring it on, I got the same skill
Pressure from my peers, who provoke me to leave 'em dead
Gangsta Gold, makin' 'em fold, victim of my bullet lead
Tricks who want them treats from the Gold, smoke up in their face
Down for a smack in they back, bitch, it's a murder case
Clickin' on a punk 'cause the funk got 'em actin' up
Tailin' with my wagon on the run doin' a donut
Hoes on the curb, spread the word 'cause I'm peelin' caps
Spinnin' out my chamber it's my anger, settin' mouse traps
Take it to the police, nigga, if you scared, mane
Flaugin' with your pistol like a bitch, you be a dead man
Stangin' like a wasp, if you cross some of this intellect
Fuckin' up your guts with the touch of this 9-TEC