[Intro: Lil' Shank & Bullet]
When I sit back, think to myself
How motherfuckin' fucked up the world has become (A'ight)
It seem like violence is the only things us motherfuckers know nowadays (Damn...)
Every time I turn around, everywhere I look
It's another motherfucker killin' another motherfucker
And that's some motherfuckin' fucked up shit, motherfucker (Motherfuckin' right!)
Murder follows me wherever I go
[Verse 1: Foe Foe]
Just the other day, somebody shot they school up
At least that's what I been hearin' every time I turn the news up
My mama said that there'd be shit like this
I never seen it, come and hit on my blunt and we'll reminisce
Now I ask myself, "Is there a way to make it stop?
A way to make the gats not pop, and is it possible
For me to live the way I need to live
For me to get what I need to get, and give all that I need to give?"
My situations gettin' major by the second
That fool that shot his whole school up just turned eleven (What?)
And ain't nobody even thinkin' 'bout it
And for that I hope that every time you sleep, you have a dream about it
Up in my hood, it's like a warzone
If somebody got a problem with somebody, they don't last long
I see 'em dyin' every goddamn day
The worst thing about it, I don't think it's shit I could say, so uh...
[Verse 2: Bullet]
Every day of my life, it's like all true men needs their son
I need to be killin' someone
I won't go 2 days without fillin' some graves (Uh-uh)
Drag 'em in the sewers, my underground caves (Yeah)
I kill a bitch and then hide in my trunk
Except if they come and find me, I won't cry like a punk
I just look into the camera, sayin' "Momma, I'm sorry"
But it's all your fault, you never bought me Atari
Murder follows me, everywhere that I turn
Psychopathic Rydas, but we never seem to learn
I just attract mad love with my black trucks and black chucks
And what's ups is that I'm strictly givin' no fucks
Murder's on my tail, I don't think I'ma last
I'ma leave her lip fatter than Rikishi ass
If I get a chance, I can't resist that dance
With the devil, I'm on another level underneath the gravel
I'm just a thing that go bump in the night
And that bump be the back of your head off a lead pipe (A lead pipe)
I relax, feelin' good
Knowin' I'm a motherfuckin' menace to my neighborhood
[Verse 3: Full Clip]
Murder: I take it and break it down and analyze it
Manslaughter, murder one, murder two, can't hide it
Everywhere I go, somebody try and take me
Biscuit out my pocket, and I cock it, make 'em history
Then there I go, with the third body today
This habit of killin' motherfuckers won't go away
I leave trails every time I walk down the street
Bystanders, thugs, and dealers stretched out, bloody
Leave no traces, even if I did cops is paid off
Ain't tryin' to see incarceration made you soft
Sixteen in the clip, one in the chamber [?]
Maybe it's all in my brain, but it seems like murder follows
[Verse 4: Cell Block & Bullet]
Shit is crazy in the ghetto, every motherfuckin' day (Yeah)
A nigga on parole, now I gotta find a way
To get back on my feet, gotta call Lil' Shank up
Walkin' to the crib, saw a nigga get throat cut
Blood rushed out as the nigga started coughin'
Ain't shit a nigga could do, I kept walkin' (Damn...)
Got to the crib, then I put the call in
The homie told me "Meet me at 9, we get to ballin'!"
Get my chucks on, headed back on the block
Got to the corner, see another sucker get shot
Look like he caught heat from an AK
Semi-auto, ain't no escape when bullets spray
The young brother took like six in the chest (Damn...)
One straight shot laid the little kid to rest
And the little girl gots to be about ten (Shit...)
Someone got to tell her ma that she'll never see her again
[Verse 5: Lil' Shank]
Murder follows a nigga everywhere we go from the suburbs to the hoods of the ghetto
Where the little niggas grow
I used to be a little nigga myself and learned quick
To mind my business and stay focused on my motherfuckin' wealth
All I had was my dawgs (Whoo!) and my moms kept it tight
Told me, "Shank, make momma proud and do somethin' with your life"
Don't waste your time tryin' to be another useless thug
Or locked up like your cousin, tryin' to sell some drugs
You the only one left in this family tree"
Another year passed, now my momma 53
And ain't a damn thing changed in my life at all
Stickin' niggas for they paper, make my bank account tall
And perhaps a motherfucker catch a slug in his chest
He not a trooper, if he was, he would've had a fuckin' vest
I ain't got time to consider the right things to do
Besides, the right things to do don't always pay for bills and food
