Genocide Lyrics - Candice Pillay

Stone cold killers in these Compton streets 

One hand on the 9, all eyes on me 

Murder, murder 

Murder, murder 

Call 9/11 emergency 

Hands up in the air for the words you'll see 

It's murder, it's murder 

Murder, murder 

Murder 

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My daddy done killed a bitch 

Went and put that dome to her head 

My daddy done kill a you 

Don't feel a pull a part that man and 

Let me up! What it look like? 

See my daddy done kill 'em dead 

Bullets come down from the earth 

My daddy done kill a you 

Don't feel a pull a part that man and 

Let me up! What it look? 

Stone cold killers in these Compton streets 

One hand on the 9, all eyes on me 

Murder, murder 

Murder, murder 

Call 9/11 emergency 

Hands up in the air for the words you'll see 

It's murder, it's murder 

Murder, murder 

Murder 

Photos 

(It's been a 187 in this bitch!) 

Murderess, murder listen, hit a suburban whippin' 

Tinted windows ride at your wifey (Blah!) and I bet you miss her 

Reload the protools and we throw the clip in both trays 

That's one on the left and one in the right hand, Scottie Pippen both ways 

Been doin' drive bys got this music industry time lined 

Lookin' like rosecrans when niggas throw up them signs, but I 

I'm talkin' about that bottom where it's hot grinds 

Shit, I'm just tryna get paid and keep 'em guys high 

Sometimes I feel like I could just bury 'em, bury 'em 

Cause delirium, mass hysteria, scarier area 

I'm very aware that hip hop needed somethin' to carry it 

So I married that bitch and swung down in that chariot 

Hangin' way to fuckin' close, beware the barrier 

This is hub city nigga, don't make us embarrass you 

Man, you should be realistic, these niggas 'round here ballistic 

We did the numbers and you lookin' like another statistic 

Stone cold killers in these Compton streets 

One hand on the 9, all eyes on me 

Murder, murder 

Murder, murder 

Call 9/11 emergency 

Hands up in the air for the words you'll see 

It's murder, it's murder 

Murder, murder 

Murder 

Ahh, recognize whatever side the sides reside until the dead has risen 

Live in a project building, dodgin' the module ceilings 

I ride, I'mma ride in a stolen jeep 

Ride with the eyes of five blind men, my vision (Corrupted) 

Mama tried counselin', five plans for Kendrick (But fuck it) 

My family's ties, had sabotaged Rosecrans existence (abducted) 

My aliens on surveillance, they payed me a visit (Disgusting) 

Our stadium's packed, raiders in black 

Curls drippin', silver bullet, palladium in my strap 

I lie on the side of a one way street 

Nowhere to go, death all I can see 

I say "Fuck is up?", I fuck 'em up, your supper's up or somethings up 

I hoping all get orthotist, rope it before the double dutch broke 

Plenty ruckus with the weapon I protect it under oath 

My discretion, fuck your blessing, fuck your life 

Fuck your hope, fuck your mama 

Fuck your daddy, fuck you dead homie 

Fuck the world up when we came up, that's Compton homie! 

Murder, murder 

Murder 

Murder 

It's all murder 

Murder 

Murder, murder 

Murder, murder 

It's been a murder 

(It's been a 187 in this bitch!)