paroles de chanson Stateville - Do or Die

Get 'em all
Come on niggas
Yeah

You don't want no static, maggot
Cause once I point the automatic
At it, your brain gon' get splatted
Faggot, so have it your way
You got an issue with me, it's okay
But if you disrespect me, nigga, motherfuckers gon' pay
My motherfuckers don't play, this some serious shit
And we murder motherfuckers we get furious with
The theory is this: mob life, learn the rules
Fuck rap, we up straps and start burning fools
And you can turn to dudes that got juice on the street
But fuck chief, we can all get loose with the heat
And fuck peace, fuck stars, fuck who's in the league
It's about who blood ooze when we meet, you cockbiters

I still knock niggas up off they fat wheel
'Til they neck up like Hoover or
Harder than the bars of Stateville
Motherfucker flip clips and put bitches on stakes still
Drill a couple slugs through they grill
And chase a bitch through hay fields
Cause I peel some hollow points off in your shit
And I steal the slugs in broad day
Bitch, guillotine knock off his shoulders
Spit shit like spittin'
Surround your death like vicious vultures
Check out my murderous fashion
Enter the dragon like Bruce Lee
Picture yourself on for shooting fools, see
I'm strapped with this Uzi
I'm about to bloody up your Coogi
Living vicious, act ill
AK, Cell Block 1, Stateville

Murder, murder, that's what I be yellin'
Murder, murder, that's what I be yellin'
Murder, murder, that's what I be yellin'
Murder, nigga, that's what I be yellin'

I did it all for the nation
Now I'm in a 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 in my waist
That's for them big niggas, I ain't low on my case
They be dead by the morning 'fore 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 home in Stateville, Cell Block 2, nigga

Murder, murder, that's what I be yellin'
Murder, murder, that's what I be yellin'
Murder, murder, that's what I be yellin'
Murder, nigga, that's what I be yellin'

I'm labeled a target
So I catch you alone and rip up the carcass
And I wanna be heartless
But I'm locked down in this one cell in the darkness
And regardless, I rearrange the remains when I kill shit
I'm on some ill shit
Got Glocks that'll tear through bricks when the bill shit
I put that on Will, bitch
Better walk blind or chop off your airtime
I fuck up the whole block
Kill your momma and your bitch and your bitch when I close shop
And these four Glocks go straight through Teflon
Where your Teflon? It's murder
This real shit, it's murder
When I kill shit, it's murder
Stateville, Cell Block 3

Murder, murder, that's what I be yellin'
Murder, murder, that's what I be yellin'
Murder, murder, that's what I be yellin'
Murder, nigga, that's what I be yellin'

I'm mentally dead when the bars close
And my mind's blank, I'm thinking murder, maybe blank
A suicide ex-felony, convict nigga
Appetite for destruction, bounty hunt nigga
Cause it's K-I-L-L or I'll be
Killing motherfucker for this villain 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, deep, deeper than Atlantis
Stateville, Cell Block 5

Murder, murder, that's what I be yellin'
Murder, murder, that's what I be yellin'
Murder, murder, that's what I be yellin'
Murder, nigga, that's what I be yellin'