[Intro: Sticky Fingaz & Gang Green]
Nah-nah, fuck that, I ain't gonna murder you
I'll beat you in the head with a back of the pistol and turn you into a vegetable
I'm a no-good n***a, fuck it, some gotta give
Call me Mr. Negative, I'll murder my own relative
I just can't let nothing live
N***a, I'll die in this shit the game that I run with
(Yo, we be on some shit)
Commit murda
(So we'll get away with it)

[Verse 1: Still Livin']
Ayo, the only the only thing I miss was the things that I had
And the only thing that I touched was the shit I had to grab
He who misbelieved in the life we live
Try to make it through our section, but he [???]
I got the feel for destruction, let's go start the suffering
Consequences that make the struggle, let's keep hustlin'
I bust when start singin' let me finish explainin'
You try to run but there's still the bullet remaining
The lyrical threat to the MCs who ain't on yet
Even the best couldn't manifest my contents
The rest of my enemies bit the dust
'Cause that's what happens to n***as who don't flow with us

[Verse 2: Fredro Starr]
Killa [?] South Suicide murder capital caps
Comin' at you black cats it's all actual
My dirty gun bust rust what, give it up
Dolla-dolla, dolla bill y'all kill y'all
Intelligent sharp militant, all new tactic
Who grab the gun, it's drastic, crack [?]
My n***as delegate push back the Chevelle
Fuck celebrate game creep, you better run
[Verse 3: Whosane Scruggs]
Yo, it's the [?], the nights the [?]
The real came out and you couldn't definite
The most miserable, frustrated disciple, trapped in elements
Rip my [???], strip the [???]
Blood pool walls and the boomings of my rivals
666 ways of survival [?]
Fingers keepin' motherfuckers moves off your fingerprints
So 'bout the skeletons I chose to [?]

[Chorus: Fredro Starr & Gang Green]
I'll murder you! With everything we got
Shot for shot we blowin' up your spot
I'll murder you! With everything we got
Shot for shot we blowin' up your spot
I'll murder you! With everything we got
Shot for shot we blowin' up your spot
I'll murder you! With everything we got
Shot for shot we blowin' up your spot

[Verse 4: Sonsee]
The ready full pack knack [?], trap the roaches
Rappers lose like a [?] maniac that's posted
[?] marksmanship
The ghetto scholarship (With hollow tips!)
Miss ya whole shit, don't like novakane
My madness [?] isn't over gay, rugged games of vertebrae
You fucked up, you stop trust that's the move
Catch the booze, ask you to playing them [?]
[Verse 5: Omar "Iceman" Sharif]
N***as like you were only made for getting killed
I never heard of you, without a dirty two (I'll murder you! I'll murder you!)
I won't inform you right now the [?]
Here's an example, from it's the pitiful lyrics it's critic
You [?], because I'm skillful
I'm elevating, dominate and stick-in, stinkin', stick-in
I be wrecking some rushing n***as
[?] In a possession, like [?] guessin'

[Verse 6: X-1]
When I react, a nose is slacked
A bust a cap and watch a brain [?]
The shit I come with, believe, [?] got a fly hit
Who's [?] blood from your eyelid, it's a dumb [?]
You's in the one way, scared of the gunplay
Caught up in the blackout, I'll blow your back out
Things is strange and never change when you [?]
I can't let go, my mind's intertwined with the ghetto
Killa years, on the the streets of the prisoners
Nothin' but a struggler, rippin' out your jugular
Afficial Nast' will bury ya, so there is area

[Chorus: Fredro Starr & Gang Green]
I'll murder you! With everything we got
Shot for shot we blowin' up your spot
I'll murder you! With everything we got
Shot for shot we blowin' up your spot
I'll murder you! With everything we got
Shot for shot we blowin' up your spot
I'll murder you! With everything we got
Shot for shot we blowin' up your spot
[Outro: Fredro Starr]
I'll murder you!
I'll murder you!
I'll murder you!
I'll murder you!