Stateville

(album: Pimpin' Ain't Dead - 2003)

Kill 'em all!
C'mon niggas

[Verse 1 Traxster]
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 burning 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 oozing wit' me
Ya cock-biters

[Verse 2 AK]
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
Spitting shit, like spitting comas
Surround yo death, like this exposure
Check out my murderous fashion
"Enter the Dragon" like Bruce Lee
Bracing yoself, I keep on shooting oozie
I'm strapped wit' this Uzi
I'm about to bloody up your cool-g
Living vision, act ill
AK, cell-block one, Stateville

[Hook]
Murda, murda
(That's what I be yellin')
Murda, murda
(That's what I be yellin')
Murda, murda
(That's what I be yellin')
Muuuurdaaa
(Nigga, that's what I be yellin')

[Verse 3 Dun D]
I did it all for the nation
Now I'm in this cell waiting patient
Killed two niggas, natural life's what I'm facing
Thinking of my son in my head, while I'm pacing
Two shanks in my shoe, and four on my waste
That's for them big niggas, I ain't knowing my case
He be dead by the morning, before they go in the gates
Now I got another case, and I'm locked in a hole
No food for months, laid on the floor
A bitch nigga like you couldn't walk in my shoes
My homie, Stateville, cell-block two, nigga

[Hook]
Murda, murda
(That's what I be yellin')
Murda, murda
(That's what I be yellin')
Murda, murda
(That's what I be yellin')
Muuuurdaaa
(Nigga, that's what I be yellin')

[Verse 4 Belo]
I remember the targets, so I catch you alone
And rip up the carcus, I don't wanna be heartless
But I'm locked down in this one cell, in the darkness
And reguardless, I rip yo brains, the remains when I kill shit
From worse to the ill shit
Got Glocks that'll tear through bricks when you build shit
I put that on Will bitch, betta walk the line
Or chalk up your air time
Or fuck up your whole block
And yo mama is missing, yo bitch wanna close shop
And these four Glocks, go straight through teflon
Where yo teflon? It's murda
This real shit, it's murda
When I kill shit, it's murda
Stateville, cell-block three

[Hook]
Murda, murda
(That's what I be yellin')
Murda, murda
(That's what I be yellin')
Murda, murda
(That's what I be yellin')
Muuuurdaaa
(Nigga, that's what I be yellin')

[Verse 5 N.A.R.D]
Uhh, picture me dead when the bars closing
My mind's blank, no thinking murder me, foul play
Suicidal, ex-felony, convict nigga
Appetite for destruction, bounty hunting nigga
Cause it's K-I-L-L or I'll be
Killing motherfucka for this feeling up in me
My murderous tactics is still in me
I'm feeling rejected, so I can't find peace
I'm in the middle of the ribs of the Belly of the Beast
As soon as he vomit, I'm released to the streets
How deep? Deep, deeper than Einstein
Deep, deeper than Manson
Deep, deeper than the Gladius
Stateville, cell-block five

[Hook]
Murda, murda
(That's what I be yellin')
Murda, murda
(That's what I be yellin')
Murda, murda
(That's what I be yellin')
Muuuurdaaa
(Nigga, that's what I be yellin')