FBG Definition of Murder

Hook: (3x)
I'm a locc'd out psychopath (Really)
Naturally born killer (On the real)
Have you ever seen a murder man (Man)
(1x)Have you ever seen a murder man

Verse 1 (P-Nut)
"Premeditated murder, young killer, nappy head cap pilla
Down and dirty for the almighty scrilla
Out the take shake and bake {?} take whole cap
Its the psychopathic negro
That you can't fade, at your dome, with the chrome, murderous
Those will have you laying {?}
P-Nut the die hard of South City
In a murder mission fully automatic bucking and blasting"

Verse 2 (Little C)
"I'm taking like 2 T-lasso, I'm dicking them down for the {?}
Fucking around in San Jo with the Indo and my 4-0
Your hearing the verse of Little C
Feeling the herb of the Doja tree
Slurping off the hennessy, my posse rocking comply
Which you talking, why you bloccin, flossin on some shit i pursue
Dicking them down in the Jo town
Breakin them down i thought you knew
I just got out that cell now just went in for a little no how
But how you think you know it now, so what now, (Blaaa)
I'm dumpin, slumpin,leaving that foo down i stomped him
Ain't no thing in this game
That's why i hang with the gang bangaz showing my love
Society, don't blame my game, this is why i live the life i do
Smoking on doja, holding my composer
Till the day i'm sayin fuck you"

Verse 3 (P-Nut)
"Fuck a foo with a Glock automatic 187 lunatic
Finna empty the whole clip, hit you on your hip
And put a mortuary number in your pager
Another Cali, Fatality, and nothing can save ya
Finger fleching on the trigga i'm a homicidal killa
You still hustle for my scrilla, but now i'm packing cop killas
The real of the real, the willling to to kill, you and your whole family
Pull the strap rat-a-tat and that's whats really happening
Leaving no wittiness, just closing up the body bag and toe tag
After still murder, putting foos on they back"

Hook: (3x)
I'm a locc'd out psychopath (Really)
Naturally born killer (On the real)
Have you ever seen a murder man (Man)
(1x)Have you ever seen a murder man

Verse 4 (P-Nut)
"Locc Ta Da Brain, feel with hate and won't hesitate to do a murder
Cocked the Glock release the safety and start servin em
I'm drilling pumpin, dumpin, hollow point slugs
Leaving bodies slumpin
Souls repossessed, mark niggas put to rest from the gang bang
Embrance this bullet to your face at close range
Got the mind of lunatic, merciles like shocka
Feedin bustas led from the fully loaded heart stopper
Indo chronic got me numbed out ready to do this who ride
And foo die, when i start emptying slugs from the nine"

Verse 5 (Little C)
"I'm quick to make that funk start, i'm quick to rip your neck apart
You still riding inside that white larc, but mass murdering in the dark
You feeling the pain of the nine meter-miler chrome
Kids and bitch as up in your home, call you first
Don't say your phone, i heard you talking leave me alone
Why you trippin, why you bitchin, mad cause i get straight to the point, mac on blastin kicking that ass in, as i puff up on this joint
Finna go put this hit down, just picked up a quater bud pound
Gonna go get down i'm a S-clown
Where this foo ever never gonna get found
Thats just how shit is done in the city where the hoes {?}
With the double C's that give no pity
So i'm up in the kitty, dumpin on foos who do not feel me
Really tho, don't trip but, i hate this muthafuckas guts i stress
Go high in the cuts and then pass that Glock to the muthafucka homie P-Nut"

Verse 6 (P-Nut)
"Boom-Boom, straight putting slugs in tha rat-tattle
Mark ass snitches, thinka funk {?}
In the SJ we don't play, putting heads up on pedtals
Steel toe stompin, pop the cock on the Glock then buck ya
Niggas slippin get their wigs split when i set trip
Belt barkin, spittin Teflon tips, stick a pipe bomb up your ass
And watch your body explode
You gets no love cause you a snitch
And i'm a psychopathic criminal."

Hook:
I'm a locc'd out psychopath (Really)
Naturally born killer (On the real)
Have you ever seen a murder man (Man)
(1x)Have you ever seen a murder man