stateville

kill 'em all!

c'mon niggas

you don't want no static

maggot

cause once i point the automatic

at it

yo brain gon' get splattered

faggot

so have it your way

you got a issue wit' me?

it's okay

but if you dis-respect me nigga

motherfucka's gon' pay

my motherfucka's don't play

this some serious shit

and we murder motherfucka's we get furious wit'

the theory is this; mob-life

learn the rules

fuck rap

we own straps

and start burnin' fools

and you can turn the dues

that got juice on the street

but fuck chief

we can all get loose wit' the heat

and fuck peace

fuck stars

fuck whose in the lead

it's about who blood oozin' wit' me

ya cock-biters

i still knock bitches up off they back-wheel

to the day

come like hoover

a clean will

harder than the bars of stateville

motherfucka flip this and put bitches on stage still

drill a couple of slugs through they grille

and chase them bitches through hay-field

cause i'll peel

some hollow-points off in yo shit

and i steal

the slugs in broad-day

bitch

guillotine

knock off his shoulder

spittin' shit

like spittin' comas

surround yo death

like this exposure

check out my murderous fashion

enter the dragon" like bruce lee