Lyrics Murder Going On in the Area (Ha Ha) - Spanish Fly

Just the way it is on the streets

Ay Holmes,where those vatos Spanish fly from?
Ah they're from the streets of the Habor Area

That's right puro Los Angeles

Right next to the Pacific Ocean

They wanna take you to the streets where they come from

They wanna tell you a little story bout where
They come from

I'm tired of motherfuckers thinking they
Know it all but take em to the streets

And they don't know what's goin on
Rich Rock characterized that violence

Some say I promote gangs, they say
I'm the
Reason why it's getting loco, oh no not that

Bullshit again when will it ever end

You see my lyrics are reality

These suckas shout at me but you
Know they won't know shit about the
Streets without me

Cause I don't kick fiction

I'm just sick and tired of the lies
So listen up what the fuck do they
Even know
Don't say shit,

Until you step into the barrio

Then you'll see what is happening
Clean out your ears, open your eyes
Realize that it's been goin on

And I'm just showin you all that it's no
Lie
Why check out your motherfucken
Window
And witness the shit you missed, until

Now I live to die and that's what the
Streets
Are all about

(And if you start some shit)
Ese Rich Rock
(I'm takin you out)

They wanna take you to the streets where
They come from

(They wanna take you to the streets where
They come from)

They wanna take you to the streets where
They come from

(They wanna take you to the streets where
They come from)

Murder goin on in the area
(Haha)
Murder goin on in the area
(Haha)

They wanna take you to the streets where
They come from

(They wanna take you to the streets where
They come from)

They wanna take you to the streets where
They come from

(They wanna take you to the streets where
They come from)

Murder goin on in the area
(Haha)
Murder goin on in the area
(Haha)

They wanna tell you a little story bout
Where they come from
They wanna tell you a little story bout
Where they come from

They wanna tell you a little story bout
Where they come from
They wanna tell you a little story bout
Where they come from

(Gunshot)

I'm tired of motherfuckers thinkin they
Know it all but take em to the streets
And they don't know what's goin on

Rich Rock characterized that violence
Some say I promote gangs some say I'm
The reason why it's getting loco, oh no

Not that bullshit again, when will it ever
End
You see my lyrics are reality

These suckas shout at me, but they
Know
They won't know shit about the streets
Without me cause I don't kick fiction
I'm just sick and tired of the lies

So listen up what the fuck do they even
Know
Don't say shit, until you step into the barrio
Then you'll see what is happening
Clean out your ears, open your eyes
Realize that it's been goin on

And I'm just showin you all that it's no lie
Why check out your motherfuckin window
And witness the shit you missed until now
I live to die, and that's what the streets are
All about

(Yeah, Ese Rich Rock)

They wanna take you to the streets
Where they come from
(Haha)

They wanna take you to the streets
Where they come from
(Haha)

They wanna take you to the streets
Where they come from
(Haha)

They wanna take you to the streets
Where they come from
(Haha)

Murder goin on in the area
(Haha)
Murder goin on in the area
(Haha)
(Haha)

They wanna take you to the streets
Where they come from
(Haha)

They wanna take you to the streets
Where they come from
(Haha)

They wanna take you to the streets
Where they come from
(Haha)

They wanna take you to the streets
Where they come from
(Haha)

Murder goin on in the area
(Haha)
Murder goin on in the area

(Haha)
(Haha)
(Haha)

(Haha)
(Haha)
(Haha)