Stressin C-Murder

(*talking*)
Cut the mic up, for me Bass
Let's do this thang boy, Deadly Soundz
Right back at ya, can't stop nothing
This time playa, check this out

[Hook - 2x]
They don't want this chorus, all they want is murder
They don't feel my pain, but they gon feel my presence
(*scratching*)
And I been stressing, since a adolescent

[C-Murder]
Now I ain't never ride rallys, but it was closer
I done stick up for ballys, we love the smokers
I recall I heard you mention my name, but you love
To see me stressing, this ain't part of the game you must be high
Cause you rocking like a basehead, you hear me
I'm grinding working hard for mine, you feel me
Four hundred years of pain, and now this
It's like them cockroaches got you trained, just like a bitch
I see they smile in your face, now what they after
And now they wanna take my place, them backstabbers
Blucka-blucka, I'ma get you sucker
We roll tinted windows, on the black Hummer trucker
And after it rain, you might be dead like Jesse James
Trained for pain, even when I lose everything I gain
It's simple mathematics, review the ballistics
Statistics show, we breed soldiers in my district
It ain't like Mr. Rogers, I learned the game
But it wasn't from the Dodgers, it's from pain
And welfare wasn't a question, just a decision
We embraced it as a blessing, cause who was missing
And my tattoos tell a story, I'm Bossalinie
And Kevin died in his glory, I know he see me
I'm running but I ain't moving, it's like a dream
Cause all they want is murder, that's what it seems