Verse 1
[C-bo]
No it's not the dog I'm here to speak to you like to crawl
Through the back streets with G ball see I'm versatile
Major blowing many styles have not made a mistake
Cuz I have been doing this for a long while true to this game a
G in this game for a while that of game crack kidding
To the game of rap hoes screaming c-bo now I moving kilos
Nationwide tapes and cds to the eastcoast from the westcoast
And all the G'z in killa cali get a toast
Now it's on don't take my shit wrong but on the rez-el
They can have you wiz-el we can put the gloves on
Take it to the land of funk and bunk it gets realer than real G
You better pack like a pecker eight legged feel me
I go phyco skitso get off in your shit so deep you'll be shitting
Teeth who ride from the back with the batter pack with the car
Slipping in the lines that po po head is crack it's a jack
From the compound war it will have niggas put the shake down
Shakled from the greyhound from up north to down south
From white paso, texas with all the white boys telling us
Don't bail don't sag make a nigga wanna get off in that ass
Cuz I'm the type of nigga giving out hard knocks step
Off in my face and watch a knock out hardest knock
And that's the attitude I'm giving that's why I'm still posted up
On the cell block living see I was raised where the hair
But couldn't get zip to the pen creep in the room
For a dance push my t.v. under the bed lock her in the corner a
Shank for back up is a goner

Chorus 4x
I'm the
murder man
I'm the
muder man
It's the

Verse 2
Fresh out first with the nose off the caught him with the sawed off
3 57 razor cutters balls off with the fucking mental patient
Can't kick it ining doors having flashes of blue faces
I got my 40 caliber blasting I'm deeper than bootsy in this shit
I pop in the clip straight coast parking lot held hostage
Hear ride off on some thiz-angs thought him a G but now the homies
Got kizz-angs survival of the fittest the meace when I'm blunted
Off the spinach down off the block to pass drop tackle
My props funk seasons it's on niggaz breaking with ak's
To gizz-on snatch the bed hands behind your back
Will have your neck hanging on the dope track
It's just another one of those fatalities two allies of killa cali
They pin us down in the mail

Chorus 4x
I'm the
murder man
I'm the
muder man
It's the

Verse 3
Block monsta stepping across the stage as I re-cite the shit
That I write cuz I'm one of those to cold to be hold
To the crowd goes insane as I kick the episode
About what I do daily and how these niggas pay me
And I'm still standing taller
Than what GOD made me
With some hard core funk for your speakers that these lyrics
Being kicked by street knowledge preacher than I
Reach up the untochable can you feel me? put one in your chamber
It's still realer than real G just keep your eyes
Or both on the scene cuz when shit get heckit
I put check with the machine the gun fool but let's get the level
Cuz these lyrics are from heck that posses like the faggot

Chorus