Crime Scene
Black Child Lyrics

The fuck is wrong with y'all niggaz
What is the matter with all of you?

You think this shit is a game nigga
You believe this is all just a game

Like it ain't about murder and cocaine nigga
As if it's not related to violence and drugs

The fuck is wrong wit y'all
What is the matter with all of you?

It's Murder Inc nigga
This is the criminal organization called Murder Inc

With some Dave Bing shit
In the same style as Dave Bing, a famous basketball player

Stop gettin it fucked up
Stop misunderstanding the situation

Yo the first dollar for me
The initial profit belonged to me

I admit it the block did it
I acknowledge that the neighborhood influenced me

Murder came with it
Murder was a consequence of my actions

Nice cars and dime bitches
Luxurious cars and attractive women

Hangin out late
Staying out late

Nicknamed the milk-crate
Given the nickname associated with poverty

But on a bad note came jail time and jam nines
However, imprisonment and dangerous situations followed

Can you feel the rhyme, feel a thug trying to shine
Can you understand the lyrics and sense the ambition of a criminal who wants to succeed

On the grind, you better keep your ass in line
Working hard and avoiding trouble

'cause from the get-get-go nigga, say it ain't so nigga
Because from the very beginning, deny that it's true

You was watchin me through your window nigga
You were observing me secretly

Doing crimes, selling twenties for dimes
Committing illegal activities, selling drugs for small profit

Middle finger in the air screamin fuck one time
Showing defiance to the police

As you peep out, don't got the balls to speak out
As you sneak a look, you lack the courage to speak up

Scary reach out, scream murder and pull the glock out
Acting intimidating, yelling threats, and brandishing a gun

Cock it back, then tell your crew to relax
Prepare the gun, then tell your friends to calm down

Take a deep breath, now take six to the chest
Inhale deeply, then receive six gunshot wounds to the chest

Ten to the neck, just incase you wearin a vest
Ten shots to the neck, in case you are wearing a bulletproof vest

And that's the whole sixteen coppin in safeen
And that's the entire sixteen bullets into your body

Motherfucker when you see Tah
When you see Tah, you better be prepared

Bet I'm holdin a fifth and a full clip
I guarantee I have a gun with a loaded magazine

At any given moment to flip on some bullshit
Ready to engage in violence at any time

Spit it sick, flowin like alien
Rapping with exceptional skill, flowing like an extraterrestrial being

And I'm way beyond flashin
And I'm far more than just showing off

So if you see crumbs nigga, get to dashin
If you see trouble approaching, start running

I mastered the game, accurate aim
I became highly skilled in the criminal world, with precise shooting

Put two in you
Shoot you twice

Slappin your dame, jump back in the Range
Disrespecting your woman, then swiftly returning to the luxury car

For this hover dough
For this large sum of money

Rapidly gunnin the floor like a calico
Quickly firing shots like a rapid-fire machine gun

Let it rip, reload, and spit a hundred more
Shoot relentlessly, reload, and continue shooting a hundred more times

Give you a reason to run, oh, you gung-ho
Providing you with motivation to flee, even if you are eager for a fight

I hope y'all niggaz really ready 'cause my steel is heavy
I hope all of you are truly prepared because my gun is powerful

And feel no petty for those stuffed in a box
And have no sympathy for those buried in coffins

Nigga peep it and watch, how the sun glisten on rocks
Observe and witness how sunlight shines on diamonds

I pissed on the blocks and hustle for scraps
I dominated the streets and fought for small profits

But now I'm on some click-clack
But now I am focused on gunfights

Keep your eyes on the cash, gimme that
Pay attention to the money and give it to me

Where they at, y'all niggaz want it
Where are they? You guys want trouble

We right here, let me make myself clear
We are present, allow me to clarify

Nigga we can't be touched
We are untouchable

The fuck y'all want
What the hell do you want

From rob men that rob grown men
From those who steal from adult men

And be the one hustlin til the one come in
And be the one doing illegal activities until the authorities arrive

The worst niggaz cock back, and spit for gin
The most dangerous guys load their guns and shoot for the thrill of it

Til the day we win niggaz is gonna fall from wood hall
Until we succeed, people will continue to die

Thugs who seen it all, this is war
Experienced criminals who have witnessed everything, this is a violent conflict

The streets ain't the same no more
The environment of the streets has changed

Niggaz came to keep the roar but ??? on the floor
People came to maintain their dominance, but collapse on the ground

Let's explore, whoever's quick on the draw is the law
Let's analyze, whoever can draw a weapon first becomes the authority

The fuck you set these rules for
Why did you establish these rules

It's the streets
This is the reality of the streets

My code is the heat plus we all gotta eat
My philosophy is violence and survival, and we all need to obtain resources

Take a seat, and watch the streets get runned by thugs
Sit down and observe how the streets are controlled by criminals

Now stand up, and watch my hustlin niggaz rush the club
Now stand up and witness my aggressive friends taking over the nightclub

Automatic love, fingerprints, clubs be , 38 snubb
Automatic weapons, fingerprints, clubs, and small 38-caliber revolvers

Motherfucker, do you know me?
You fucking idiot, do you recognize me?

Ronnie Bump with a four-five that won't leave you lonely
Ronnie Bump with a 45 caliber gun that won't leave you without company (i.e. a bullet)

My slugs will be your homeys
My bullets will be your companions

Pop the glock and make you know me
Shoot my gun and make you understand who I am

I was only fourteen doin my thing
I was just a fourteen-year-old doing criminal activities

Gettin cream in Jamaica Queens
Making a lot of money in Jamaica Queens

Niggaz scheme for they dreams
People plot and plan for their desires

Come clean, if not, you gots to get shot
Be honest, and if you're not, you will be shot

Give me the ooh-op, and let me hold down the block
Give me the illegal merchandise and let me take control of the neighborhood

Fuck cops, I pump crack rocks on back blocks
Fuck the police, I sell crack cocaine on less-traveled streets

Lace shots, at them snitch niggaz, snap box
Shoot at the informants, retaliate against them

Black Child couldn't go play with the children
Black Child couldn't go play with the other kids

'Cause I was too buisy pumpin up them jums in the buildin
Because I was occupied with selling drugs in the building

While most kids went to school to maintain
While most kids went to school to pursue education

I was in the spot cookin up cocaine
I was in a location preparing cocaine

The game got me, at eighteen I got sloppy
The criminal lifestyle influenced me, and at eighteen, I became reckless

Caught a body and shot up his house party
Killed someone and fired shots at his party

Time to relocate, I better transport my weight
It's time to move to a different place, I need to move my drugs

Pick up all my papes and bounce out of state
Gather all my money and quickly leave the state

Catch me in Virginia I ain't gonna never surrender
Find me in Virginia, I will never give up

Unless I'm dead or injured and that's somethin to remember nigga
Unless I am dead or wounded, remember this

Yo it ain't nuthin but murder one
It's nothing but first-degree murder

Niggaz holdin they guns and bustin em
People are holding their guns and shooting them

My niggaz foul son we spray up the block
My friends are dangerous, we shoot up the neighborhood

And leave bystanders numb and braindumb
And make innocent bystanders shocked and in disbelief

Niggaz heard the shots but where they commin from
People heard the gunshots but didn't know their source

I squeezed off and hit his bitch up, my aim's off
I fired my gun and accidentally shot his woman, my shooting accuracy is poor

But fuck it, nigga rob the block for twelve hundred
But ignore that, let's rob the neighborhood for $1,200

So I came off, if it's murder you want it's murder I give
So I succeeded, if you desire murder, I will provide it

Makin it harder for niggaz to live for you and your kids
Making life more difficult for you and your children

No question, murder perfection dog
Without a doubt, I am skilled at murdering

I'm runnin through you and into the Lord I never prayed for
I am running through you to confront the Lord whom I never prayed to

God knows I'm layin for him bustin at the sky
God knows I am shooting at the sky in his direction

My aim's on him, my man Kurt died the blames on him
I am targeting him, my friend Kurt died, and he is to blame

You better believe him, killin niggaz dead for this dream
You better believe me, I am killing people for this ambition

By any means I'm deadin your team, destroyin your dreams
By any method, I am killing your crew and ruining your aspirations

Now how's bout this nigga O goin all out for the dough
Now, let's talk about this guy O who is putting everything on the line for money

Yo I show out, fuck around and get blowed out
I showcase my abilities, but be careful or you might get killed

Ugh
Exclamation of exertion or emphasis