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[C-Murder]This black on black crime gotta stop[C-Murder] ChorusI see my enemies, my guns in my handsCemetary made, i`m looking at a dead man x4[Mr. Serv-On]Conflicted images fill my mind, if it`s my time to bless me on the grindIntertwine in this criminal military where my best friend became my adversaryNever second guess me if its me or you I see your ass throughTo the bloody end, we meet againWhen one of you coward bitches get the heart to take me from this world of sinI can`t descend to my right to die with blood in my fucking eyesGhetto cries from the cemetary call me dailyBut I aint ready to let you bitches take meSet me up with my closed, arms open, gats smokinHoping for my last and final wishMomma kiss me on the lips when I leave, with a shank on my fucking sleeveI kill your child on your money for loveNow she dead, god bless you if your child liveBut if I don`t, I`ll be back with fucking rage in my eyesHands on the gage, I`m cemetary madeChorus x4[Mr. Serv-On]Release me from this torture that this life gave me the first time this worldsaw meMurder and betrayal chase me car jacking, the crack dealers still see meWhy cant you bitches let me live in peace? Tears on my mommas sheets won`t let me sleepI`m walking the streets with tags on my fucking feet, But I aint ready to be that big shot caller, that baller in the sky, see thiskiller in my eyesBut you bitches can`t take me, why don`t you drop your colors and ride with meI`m gangbanging, no affiliationI`m living TRU like these letters across my stomach (T-R-U)And I`m cemetary made, don`t let me get faded with this gauge I`m ready to bust, bang, hang em up and nigga let you know my nameMy alias, Mr. bad caseSee this killer in my eyes, I`m ready to break you from your ghetto tiesAnd now I`m coming, so nigga you better start runningSee my cemetary made, so bang em upChorus x4[C-Murder]My name is as I murderSo alot of niggas wanna get me cemetary made so I move to another cityI was born with a gun in my handnow that I`m a grown man aint a damn thing changedC-Murder, a soldier from that TRU clickmy dick gets hard when I see a niggas whig splitLife full of crime, so I abuses and choosesto never pull a gun if I aint gonna use itAnd known to smoke weed to calm my nervesbut when I lace that shit, a nigga gettin served (booya!)Sending haters to the mortuary, been to the cemetarybut dont kill a nigga if you ever scaryAint got no time to be paraniod bustaskeep eye contact cause I dont trust ya187 is what i shout (187), tattooed on my right armcause that`s what I`m aboutYou got beef with me? You`se in dangerwelcome to the motherfuckin torture chamberExecution style beat down in slasheskerosene to burn your ass up till you ashesYou history fool, you dead, ha ha ha ha, now you cemetary madeChorus x4

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