Mr. 1st 48 Lord Infamous

[Intro]
The most difficult thing about beeing a homicide detective
Is when you had a case and you know who did it
But you can't prove it
It's like puttin' a puzzle together
You have to have everything kinda fall in place
It's hard, it's draining, very draining
The hope is, someday, somebody is gonna get in trouble
And they're gonna need to talk
And thats when you get the prove
Thats when you can solve the case

[Hook: Partee]
Mr. 1st 48, 48 don't make that 48
Mr. 1st 48, 48 don't make that 48
Mr. 1st 48, 48 don't make that 48
Mr. 1st 48, 48 don't make that 48
Bitch you can't escape
Bitch you can't escape
Bitch you can't escape
Bitch you can't from Mr. 48

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
It's the silent Son of Sam, burn like the Sun, slaughter from Saturn
Scarecrow from the land where vicious murders are a pattern
Your fate is predetermined, quickly terminate you vermin
I hope yo mammy wise enough to take a life insurance
We don't discriminate, we just eliminate and consequate
Wether or not they solve your case in the first four-eight
Welcome to hell gates: murder, death, kill, Memphis niggas get ill
You want yo cap peeled? Bring your punkass down here
Choose your fuckin' doom: guns, knives, blunt tools
They find your punkass leakin' in a fuckin' blood pool
No mo' [?] to swallow, sayonara from the tunnel water
Lord should be your tour guide through the horror
Pop ya and pop my collar