[c-murder] Whos da killer whos the motherfuckin nigga The one that pull the gun the one that squeaze the fucking trigger The cops wanna ask me, wanna harrass me About this dead body in the grass g If you think Im gonna talk then your wrong Cause in the ghetto, snitches dont live long So ima mind my own and keep stiffing And dont ask me about no motherfuckin murder weapon My kids still ringin from the gun black Because it all happened so fast I guess my nigga lil mark going to heaven Another black victim of 187 His mom might be crying but she aint shocked Her son lived and died by the fucking rock And thats how the story goes Everybody in the ghetto getting sweated by the po pos But ill never help your ass in this game nigga... Whos da killer?
[master p] Rat-tat-tat-rat-tat-tat-rat-tat-tat- quick to put slugs in your cap And walk through your hood with my mug on Call me master p or call me al capone A nigga with no heart I was born in the ghetto, homeless in a shopping cart Pushed up the street by a dope fiend Took to a crack house and taught to use a triple beam And ever since then Ive been crazy Step to a nigga like me your pushing daisies Cause Im quick this in that ass to the county And while your dead wipe your blood up with bounty From the corner to the hearse and that assed up Put bullets in your ass like a garbage truck Eliminating fools like a sewer rat And floss my 380 married to a mack And that ill be a mack 10 So when I run up on a set punk you know ima do you in
[big ed] Late night in the cutti time to have some fun Got a page on my beeper it was number 1 Reached for the mobile phone got it down to Tuner called my lady yo, whats going out? She asked me were the fuck are you at, and yo nigga Do you have your motherfucking gat? Yeah Im strapped, and I ran around the block Then she told me my my older brother got shot I got to the house and I opened up the door And there was my brother lyin dead on the floor And it has me tripped, my ace got popped Cause they caught his ass slippng Creep through the hood with my hand on my gat I gotta get those fools who put my brother on his back Seen some niggaz up the block, released the saftey Oh when I leave someone is going to hate me Boot it up take every fucking nigga Out for revenge trying to find out whos da killer
[king george] All the way to the county thats were they had me They sent player one trying to bag me They keep stressing had a bad bad attitude He got the word from the order I was a bad dude In the sell my mind did the linger I keeped yelling Im a fucking rap singer But nobody listened to a fresh fits convicts They bust me off like there ears got sound sick Back to the saga coming from my jailsell I move around when you hear the fuckin bell yell I got involved in a scabble thats a fist fight When the foo bust out with a knife He started swingin I started ducking Started moving it was a foo who was down With the proven, I took a ride on the C-2 sell block I stay strapped with my rock in a sock Waiting for a foo to come when its my way Sell lurked through you motherfucking didy date Then he came promise he was down with the linching Tear gas had the whole floor clinching I couldnt breath I was lying in my tin bed When a goon grabbed me by my fucking forhead He picked me up and put me across his fucking shoulder I said bitch you let me die like a soldier Damn it was a trip king george could think All my boys on the motherfucking paint Everywhere I rome every all dead bodies God damn I was like john gotti Locked in a sell I was like a big black gorilla Many died, but nobody saw the killer
[silkk] You should of know your fucking with a motherfucking lunatic I aint playing with a full day, and my minds about to click I walked out the house to see if this shitwas fucking tru Two slugs to the dome and his face was all blue Retalliation fuck the penitention fucking gamble Garb the tech, pump the facing amble Called up my boy cause niggaz say some Where he at? , richmond jumped in the prowler Rolling slow rolling slow, rolling fucking slow Cut the lights off cause there the nigga go Rolled on the set grab the mask point the tech out Its a driveby sprayed the niggaz house I was Letting em go you should of seen But in the process I cut a motherfucking slug Dead up in my chest, cops chase me investagating A dead nigga, I gave the cops the alias Now whos the fucking killer
[calli g] Calli g chourned out by society I used to have a 95 even bitches find me So I refuse to be a stray for the white man So when you see me its a gat in my right hand Neighborhood dopeman Nigga from the base so you know me selling cocain You fucking with the dank man foo, start the funk I do a drop on you and your whole fucking crew So heres a last thanksgiving foo No turkey cause you wont be living dude You catch 17 rounds from my cap peeler No when this is, now whos the motherfucking killer
[e-a-ski] A foo got smarks so they calling me the trigger nigga Po pos got a snitch trying to frame me as the killer Interigating me and I got them foos spoop I dre say ya fuck with me, then its a must that I fuck with you Cause killers dont talk, gimme three hops in the county Motherfuckers you figure it out, cause bout a nigga like me If I gotta smoke a nigga ima do it on the solo creep Cause I be damned if I tell em my self trick Some niggaz ill sell you off like pussy on the bitch But anyway, back to the story, ya have no nuts, no glory No evidence to cut a nigga loose, and that nigga that was snitching Ws kuku for coco puffs foo, cause I mean a nigga thats spook Try to hide but everybody know he wasnt cool 2 weeks past and the snitches missing They found a nigga dead, with two to the temple Somebody put that boy to sleep Gave the fool a big fist and put his ass six feet deep It might have been me whos know nigga Whos the motherfucking killer