Ruthless Bastards - Murder We Wrote (instrumental)

Confessions

(Yo when you frontin son? I'ma murder one of y'all dudes
Hot shot one, now that nigga's maggot food
Forty-fifth'll make a nigga change his attitude
Rapid fire, tryin to hit him off this latitude)
My crew be livin like Kings but we ain't Latin
You don't know the half like the mothafuckin fraction
Tough actin like Tinactin, breakin backs in
Fatigue gear, blood on my boots, no more fashion
Trust me son, Ruthless you don't wanna battle
(cuz you'll be up shits creek without a fuckin paddle)
The heat is guarentee to seat you like a saddle
(Me and the God, we bringin beef like cattle)
Avoidin snakes that rattle (Rat tails that tattle)
Paranoid, gettin ice grilled by the double barrel
(Know what they say about these scared cats, tell everyone
But I got guns to make 'em really run, you hear me son?)
Now here's the plan, clear the block it's like that
Because they said they got gats, you think I fear that?
I hear that, procrastinate or retaliate, you'll never win
The crews' in Timbs, I knock you all down like roller blades
(Eh yo my gat is contagious, watch out you might catch it
Come in my town, think twice cuz shit is hectic
Blunts leavin you cuttin, you ain't sayin nothin
Slit you from your fuckin forehead to your belly button)
Who you be? (Sha Gotti, always bustin a shotti and fuckin your hottie
High as Hell, beam up like Scotty, rock my hair knotty
Eighty cops can't stop me so anybody try me)
No doubt, put your best man up, I kick his ass too
And bash you, and get my fuckin nut off like cashew
I don't get down with these clowns cuz they don't know me
Just hold me down and watch me bust 'em down just like a stoggy
What? Guns I tote, amateurs take note, then you can quote/unquote
It's Murder We Wrote (We murdered this son)

Chorus: all (Sha Gotti)

Murder We Wrote (Murder, murder)
Murder We Wrote (It's murder on tape, boby bags, mental tags
Murder We Wrote (Niggaz don't know the half while we ready to blast)
Murder We Wrote