[Intro]It's all your fault, Al (uh uh, uh)It's all...Where we at?Bo Jackson, let's get it (ay, 227)[Verse 1]Can't none of y'all mirror me back (at all)Back to them ol' FILA Runballs, steerin' the Ac (uh huh)Ain't have a quarter for a gumball out the machine (flat broke)Was choppin' up them 8-balls with a house full of fiends (let's get it)Run in and out, then I pull off once I count up the cream (it's all here)Got Uncle Whoadie takin' calls while I round up the beans (iceman)Want all the blues and the orange, my niggas so Detroit (hell block)Taj Mahal told me pull up, he said he on [?]A smoker came with thirty bucks, gave her a skimpy dimeTold auntie "hurry the fuck up", she took her sweet timeI pulled off 'fore she made it on, she was takin' too long (where we at?)Jalisa came at me with nine, gave her two stones (be right back)For bein' patient, she hate waitin', I hate takin' shorts (I does)Woke up this morning off the drank, shit had me late for court (drugs)Four fives and two sixes, threw the V8 in sport (uh huh)That's two pints, add it up, my niggas drinkin' quarts (what else?)On hell block, still in the flame, don't make me blast the torchMy PO parked up at my crib, she say I ain't reportGot me depressed[Chorus]Murder is a tough thing to digest30 with the green beam, thuggin' in the projectsLearned to keep them killings clean, had to cover my stepsKept them Bernadines, knew not to post them guns on the 'netStreets is watchin'Murder is a tough thing to digestIt's a slow process, so before you take cuts in that lineMurder is a tough thing to digestYeah, you know the rest[Verse 2]Eye to the sky, got my head up in the cloud (yeah)Can hear the concrete crack soon as I step foot on the groundI been up and runnin', only six and rep McNichols mobWith enough shooters to round up and shut the city downWith ten 47s, ain't no question, we did them niggas foulHeavy press, my niggas plow, better catch up with your crowdGrew up around gorillas, dope dealers and young wild niggasMy hitters, they're game with this shit, y'all niggas clout killersIt's Concreatures, two-wayDue-ce siete, rockin piete from the UK on the expressway (where we at?)On my way to the next play, bumped into JefeHe went up on the ticket, plus this shit look like it's played with (what's this?)Spotty in the middle, off-white, without no shine to it (why this shit look like this?)Was somethin' like a piano, I had to fine-tune it (uh)Honor student from the university of crime school (Crime U)Your baby mama used to move the work for me and find bluesFive rules that you must abide when you in the mob (gang)Never break the oath, bend or fold, never steal or robFrom the La Famil', cross the fam, take it up with GodThis mafia shit so for real, I had to pay my tithes[Interlude]Don't you want to hear my last words?I just did'Chemist, let's get it[Chorus]Murder is a tough thing to digest30 with the green beam, thuggin' in the projectsLearned to keep them killings clean, had to cover my stepsKept them Bernadines, knew not to post them guns on the 'netStreets is watchin'Murder is a tough thing to digestIt's a slow process, so before you take cuts in that lineMurder is a tough thing to digest
