Murder Follows Me Lyrics - Singles - Psychopathic Rydas

When I sit back 

Thank to myself 

How mothafuckin fucked up 

The World has become 

It seem like violence, is the only things us mothafuckas know now days 

Every time I turn around 

Everywhere I look 

It's anotha mothafucka killin' anotha mothafucka 

And that's some mothafuckin' fucked up shit, mothafucka (Mothafuckin right) 

Murder follows me wherever I go 

Just the other day 

Somebody shot they school up 

At least that's what I been hearing everytime I turn the news up 

My momma said that there'd be shit like this 

I never seen it 

C'mon and hit on my blunt and reminisce 

Now I ask myself 

Is there a way to make it stop 

A way to make the gats not pop 

And is it possible 

For me to live the way I need to live 

For me to get what I need to get 

And give all that I need to give 

My situation's getting major by the second 

That fool that shot his whole school up 

Just turned eleven (Whaaa?) 

And ain't no body even thinkin' bout it 

And for that I hope that every time you sleep you have a dream about it 

Up in my hood it's like a warzone 

If somebody got a problem with somebody 

They don't last long 

I seem 'em dyin' every god damn day 

And the worst thing about it 

I don't think it's shit 

I just say it 

So a... 

Every day of my life 

Is like ultra man meets the sun 

I need to be killin' someone 

I won't go 2 days without fillin' some graves 

Drag 'em in the sewers 

My underground caves 

I kill a bitch and then hide in my trunk 

Except if they come and find me 

I will cry like a punk 

I just look into the camera 

And say mamma I'm sorry 

But it's all your fault 

You never bought me Atari 

Murder follows me 

Everywhere that I turn 

Psychopathic Rydas 

Boy, we never seem to learn 

I just attract mad love 

Wit my black trucks and black chucks 

And what's up 

Since I'm strictly givin' no fucks 

Murder's on my tail 

I don't think I'm gonna last 

I'ma leave my lip fatter 

Than Rikishi ass 

If I get chance 

I can't resist that dance 

With the devil 

I'm on another level 

Underneath the gravel 

I'm just a thang that go bump in the night 

And that bump be the back of your head off a lead pipe (a lead pipe) 

I'm relaxed feelin good 

Knowin' I'ma mothafuckin' menace to my neighborhood 

Murder 

I take it, break it down, and analyze it 

Manslaughter, murder one, murder two, can't hide it 

Everywhere I go somebody try and take me 

Pistol out my pocket, and I cock it and make 'em history 

And there I go 

It's the third body today 

This how I killin' mothafuckas 

Won't go away 

I leave trails every time I walk down the street 

Bystanders hoes and dealers stretched out bloody 

Leave no traces 

And even the cops is paid off 

Ain't tryin to see incarceration 

Makes you soft 

16 in the clip 

One in the chamber jello 

Maybe it's all in my brain 

But it seems like murder follows 

Shit's crazy in the ghetto 

Every motha fuckin' day 

A nigga on parole 

Now I gotta find a way 

Ta get back on my feet 

Gotta call Lil' Shank up 

Walkin' to the crib 

Saw nigga get throat cut 

Blood rushed out 

As the nigga started coughin' 

Ain't shit a nigga could do 

I kept walkin' (damn) 

Got to the crib 

Then I put the call in 

The homie told me meet me at 9 

We get to ballin' 

Get my chucks on 

Headed back on the block 

Got to tha corner 

See anotha sucka get shot 

Look like he caught heat from an AK 

Semi-auto aint no escape when bullets spray 

The young brotha took like six in the chest (damn) 

One straight shot lay the little kid to rest 

And the little girl gots ta look about ten (shit) 

Somebody got to tell her I'ma never see her again