Psychopathic Rydas - Murder Follows Me lyrics

When I sit back, think to myself
How motherfuckin' fucked up the
World has become (A'ight)
It seem like violence is the only
Things us motherfuckers know nowadays (Damn)
Every time I turn around, everywhere I look
It's another motherfucker killin'
Another motherfucker
And that's some motherfuckin'
Fucked up shit, motherfucker
(Motherfuckin' right)
Murder follows me wherever I go

Just the other day
Somebody shot they school up
At least that's what I been hearing every
Time I turn the news up
My mama said that there'd be shit like this
I never seen it
Come 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 situations getting major by the second
That fool that shot his whole
School up just turned eleven (What?)
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 goddamn day
The worst thing about it, I don't
Think it's shit I could say, so uh

Every day of my life is like
All true men needs their son
I need to be killin' someone
I won't go 2 days
Without fillin' some graves (Uh, uh)
Drag 'em in the sewers, my underground caves
(Yeah)
I kill a bitch and then hide in my trunk
Except if they come and find me
I won't cry like a punk
I just look into the camera, sayin' "Momma
I'm sorry" but it's all your fault
You never bought me Atari
Murder follows me, everywhere that I turn
Psychopathic Rydas
But we never seem to learn
I just attract mad love with my
Black trucks and black chucks
And what's ups is that I'm
Strictly givin' no fucks
Murder's on my tail
I don't think I'ma last
I'ma leave my lip fatter than Rikishi ass
If I get a 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 (! lead pipe)
I'm relaxed, feelin' good
Knowin' I'm a mutherfuckin' 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
Biscuit out my pocket
And I cock it and make 'em history
Then there I go, with the third body today
This habit of killin' motherfuckers
Won't go away i leave trails every time I
Walk down the street
Bystanders, thugs, and dealers stretched out
Bloody
Leave no traces and even the cops is paid off
Ain't tryin' to see incarceration
Made you soft
16 in the clip, runnin' the chamber
Maybe it's all in my brain
But it seems like murder follows

Shit's crazy in the ghetto
Every motherfuckin' day (Yeah)
A nigga on parol, now I gotta find a way
To get back on my feet
Gotta call Lil' Shank up
Walkin' to the crib
Saw a 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 the corner see another sucker get shot
Look like he caught heat from an AK
Semi-auto ain't no escape when bullets spray
The young brother took like six in the chest
(Damn)
One straight shot lay the little kid to rest
And the little girl looks to be about ten
(Shit) somebody got to tell her ma that
She'll never see her again

Murder follows a nigga everywhere
We go from the
Suburbs to the hoods of the ghetto
Where the little niggas grow
I used to be a little
Nigga myself and learned quick
To mind my business and stay
Focused on my motherfuckin' wealth
All I had was my dawgs
(Whoo) and my moms kept it tight
Told me, "Shank, make momma proud and do
Somethin' with your life"
Don't waste your time tryin' to
Be another useless thug
And locked up like your cousin
Tryin' to sell some drugs
Your the only one left in this family tree
Another year past, now my momma 53
And ain't a damn thing changed
In my life at all
Stickin' niggas for they paper
Make my bank a cap tall
And perhaps a motherfucker catch a
Slug in the chest
He not a trooper, if he was
He would've had a fuckin' vest
I ain't got time to consider
The right things to do
Besides, the right things to do don't
Always pay for bills and food