Murder Me

Before i learned how to walk/i learned alot of niggas just talk,/Now days its harder to find one that walks//a nigga thats real about his plot/i done got set up at my spot/ the block got hot i/ i was running from the enemies andd even the cops/Runnen while they gunnen no stop/its a dirty game/,i got myself in a jam over cocaine/life always has the tests/ I fucked up when i got myself in this mess /so my moves are like a game of chest/ so much stress/ do i need a bullet proof vest/ still repn that west/ but now im in shock / cuz you niggas ran up on my block / no talk) bullets flying/You nigggas crossing your fingers hoping that im dying / than you salty bitches all in my ear and lying,/ believe you niggas actually pulled the trigure/,im like 2 pac just dissed 1 shot,/im never snitchen or talking to the cops,/im feeling the aftershock of my enemies wanting me dead on the spot/ so the streets im rolling is hot/ i cant believe nobodys byyside / fake friends and homies say are you ready to ride /than when its poppen off they hide/i cant beleive i just got deceived by a punk nigga whos feelen of greed/ So i got to take the lead/as they proceed/looking for me,a man down/Igot to stand my ground/ im from the streets of that slp,and ill always be down/quit holden a frown/cuz im still living with a crown/watchen my choices hearing deadly voices telling me im a dead man walking/im still wakking bumpen my tablet like its a walkman/ the enemie keeps stalking/ waitin for me to slip/,/so i keep a stead grip/ on my hammer/ im not trying to go back to the slammer/ im gonna flip/ if they try a abduction now thats somethen/