What it do, loc? Yeah
We up in this motherfucker
On some murder, murder, kill, kill shit
Yeah (The Butcher coming, nigga)
Some real hip hop shit

Yo
Murder music, just for this type of shit they can ban us
'Cause this what they gon' play when they wipe their prints off the hammers
I'm really like that, I ain't just write this shit for the camera
I did in my city what Michael Vick did in Atlanta
Cash saved for insurance, them bad days wasn't for us
Still hood, roach clips in the ashtrays on my foreigns
In LA, R