Murder Follows Me

When I sit back



Thank to myself



How mutha fuckin fucked up



The World has become



It seem like violence, is the only things us mutha fuckas know nowaday



Every time I turn around



Everywhere I look



It's anotha mutha fucka killin' anotha mutha fucka



And that's some mutha fuckin' fucked up shit, mutha fucka (Fuck right)



Murder follows me wherever I go







Just the other day



Somebody shot they school up



At least that's what I been hearing everytime I turn the news up



My momma said that there'd be shit like this



I never seen it



C'mon and hit on my blunt and reminice



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 getting major by the second



That fool that shot his whole school up



Just turned eleven (Whaaa?)



And ain't no body 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 seem 'em dyin' every god damn day



And the worst thing about it



I don't think it's shit



I just say it



So a...







The way of my love



Is like ultra man meets the sun



I need to be killin' someone



I won't go 2 days without fillin' some graves



Drag 'em in the sewers



My underground caves



I kill a bitch and then hide in my trunk



Except if they come and find me



I will cry like a punk



I just look into the camera



And say mamma 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



Wit my black trucks and black chucks



And what's up



Since I'm strictly givin' no fucks



Murder's on my tail



I don't think I'm gonna last



I'ma leave my lip fatter



Than Rikishi ass



If I get chance



I can't resist that dance



With the devil



I'm on another level



Underneath the gravel



I'm just a thang that go bump in the night



And that bump be the back of your head off a lead pipe (a lead pipe)



I'm relaxed feelin good



Knowin' I'ma mutha fuckin' menace to my neighborhood







Murder



I take it, break it down, and analyze it



Manslaughter, murder one, murder two, can't hide it



Everywhere I go vSomebody try and take me



Pistol out my pocket, and I cock it and make 'em history



And there I go



Wizzle, third body today



This how I killin' mutha fuckas



Won't go away



I leave trails every time I walk down the street



Bystanders hoes and dealers stretched out bloody



Leave no traces



And even the cops is paid off



Ain't tryin to see encarceration



Makes ya soft



16 in the clip



Runnin' the chamber jello



Maybe it's all in my brain



But it seems like murder follows







Shit's crazy in the ghetto



Every motha fuckin' day



A nigga on parol



Now I gotta find a way



Ta get back on my feet



Gotta call Lil Shank up



Walkin' to the crib



Saw nigga get throat cut



Blood rushed out



As the nigga started coughin'



Ain't shit a nigga could do



I kept walkin'



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 tha corner



See anotha sucka get shot



Look like he caught heat from an AK



Semi-auto aint no escape when bullets spray



The young brotha took like six in the chest



One str8 shot lay the little kid to rest



And the little girl looks to be about ten



Somebody got to tell her ma that she'll never see her again



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 learn quick



Momma insisted that they focus on my mutha fuckin' wealth



All I had was my dogs



And my ma's kept it tight



Tell me, "Shank do momma proud and do somthin' with ya life"



Don't waste your time tryin' to be anotha useless thug



Locked up like your cuzin tryin' to sell some drugs



Your the only one left in this family tree



Anotha year past



Now my momma 53



And ain't a damn thing changed in my life at all



Stickin' niggas for they paper



Make my bank a cap tall



And perhaps a mutha fucka catch a slug in the chest



He not a trooper



If he was, he woulda had a fuckin' vest



I ain't got time to consider



The right thing to do



Besides the right thing to do don't always pay for bills and food (echo)