Mass Murder Mob (Part II)

It's the part II repetition, murder with guided precision

Sprayed at until submission, my teams set up in your neighbourhood

We're up to no good, see you exit the block and hit you up on the spot

 

The Mass Murder Mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Evading the sniper dots, as he's tied up in my basement

Enslavement until payment handed over by Federal Agents

 

As we vanish into displacement, the ghetto becomes vacant

Bring on the new replacement, selling dope on the pavement

To provide the basics, lets face shit

Estates commit the most crime, you wonder why?

 

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

But seem to forget they're already trapped in the sand

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops

Pounds of hash pass past but taken with wrath

 

As we return with a crash, to smash the grime scene

It's the estate dream, written in our genes

Spitting bars like a technical machine

Smoking green to forget the real scene