[Intro: Bizzy Bone]

Murder is out of control

Murder just let it blow

Murder is out of control

Word up if you done bucked a motherfucker down for taken ya dough

Nigga, murder is out of control (control, control)

Murder just let it blow (it blow, it blow)

[Bizzy Bone]

Though this liquor, probably killin my liver the villian is still in effect

And I buck this motherfucker down, live and direct

Hey, what I'ma chastise my momma, demand the respect?

Or get up and strategize, bitches cryin like they never wept

Slept in the gutter with no tec, I'm still in the dungeon

Bitch I never left, pass that sticky-icky ganja

+Creep on Ah Come Up+, I +Crept and I Came+, respect the dead game

Remember to let yo' nuts hang often, matter of fact I'ma do mine all day

I don't sniff, coke; I like to make money

Put the fiends in the room, who's hungry?

Cut from the cloth they cut me, black Cherokee, Indians based in Cleveland

Thuggin and thievin 'til I'm the last one breathin

Only one believin is that 7th Sign saga, fresh and remodeled

Plush like Ramada now, holy like Ramadan, a momma's smile

Capo my nigga what, nigga execution always

My guns is Crip'n Cuz, P.B.D. posse

Honorable Rasu, Nina Ross, and Skails

Rhythm and Ghetto, Ras' fire, 7th Sign murda 'em all

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah..

And like little Capo Confucious say, "Nigga I'll kill for you"

[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]

Murder is out of control

Murder just let it blow (it blow)

Word up if you done bucked a motherfucker down

For taken ya dough... nigga

Murder is out of control (control, control)

Murder just let it blow (it blow, it blow)

Word up if you done bucked a motherfucker down

For taken ya dough (for takin ya dough)

Nigga, murder is out of control

[Prince Rasu]

Be careful as fuck baby, take precaution fo' sho'

They say that nigga Gotti quiet, better fire off a Calico

Bastard, the animal, my guradians was avenues

My Lord be my shepherd, but my swarms for collateral

Who can I trust? Where can I turn? When will it all end?

I'm suited up in Timberland boots, regime marchin

God damnit I'm a grown man, time to take my own stand

Fuck the federations, my heart is racin like romance

Pumpin the anger built up from years of stress

Killers and haters surround me daily, no fears of death

I hear the breaths of angels and demons, fightin over my soul Lord

Just give me the path through this bloodbath, and it's on Lord

Roll all, haters out my zone when it's goin down

Ride with the 7th Sign, violate we gon' clown

Four pounds be safe in the streets of the showdown

Love to Gambino, you the chief dawg, it's our town, yo' town

[Chorus]

[Josiah]

Cock back and blast, knockin sparks up out they ass

Makin marks come off that cast, nigga you know what it is

Think I'm serious, than a heart attack

Missles aimed straight at where the fuck your heart is at

Fixin it, or get hit, how hard is that

To comprehend, I'm tryin to be gone before them soldiers, come marchin in

You blue suit wearin faggets with badges'll get the flux

I don't give a fuck who you are we can send this motherfucker up

Crucifixion come quickly, come and get me Mister Reaper

I ain't scared to die, I'm all like more than willin

The more the real the more they feel it, so I'ma stay real

Until my heart stop, my reflection with hoes

The essence of the hard-knock life, I am the light

And if you miss us and misses have never heard of murder

Then you don't know of pain, my veins bleed the same blood

Of the muh'fuckers who murdered my momma so I'm a natural born killa

Than I, there was no cap peelers

[Chorus]

[Capo Confucious]

Me and my Compton's monster mashin mobsters analyzin, we done plottin

Plans in progress, rap game held hostage, ransom trillion dollars

Low tolerence, suspect armed and dangerous, violent and deceive

The industry, stick up kingpin, Capo Regime

Bend on yo' knees, duck tape and tied down, follow my lead

Or everyone shot bleed, squeeze round after round

Empty shells hit hostile ground, told you we ain't fuckin around

Strictly about our business on some gangsta shit, no bank account

Money talks, greedy hogs walk the plank, negotiatin our way

Or forget the deal, your record label's sorry

Bunch of phony-ass superstars carbon copied, indistiguished, no identity

Raise up off these N-U-T's, cocksuckin nigga please

We ain't dealin with no Jerry Hellers - hell no

Call us the money makers, pullin capers, baby momma need that paper

Get up off yo' ass, can't be no couch potato

Only gets greater later, better believe in playa haters, see

[Chorus]

[Bizzy Bone]

Murder is out of control...