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

Bracin' yoself, I keep on shootin' oozie

I'm strapped wit' this Uzi

I'm about to bloody up your cool-g

Livin' vision, act ill

AK, cell-block one, Stateville

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')

I did it all for the nation

Now I'm in this cell waitin' patient

Killed two niggas, natural life's what I'm facin'

Thinkin' of my son in my head, while I'm pacin'

Two shanks in my shoe, and four on my waste

That's for them big niggas, I ain't knowin' my case

He be dead by the mornin', 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

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')

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 missin', 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

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')

Uhh, picture me dead when the bars closin'

My mind's blank, no thinkin' murder me, foul play

Suicidal, ex-felony, convict nigga

Appetite for destruction, bounty huntin' nigga

Cause it's K-I-L-L or I'll be

Killin' motherfucka for this feelin' up in me

My murderous tactics is still in me

I'm feelin' 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

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')