Now I gotta murder da' murder ta' get away The eyes gotta peer now the fool's gotta pay And if they pay then they pay with they life So watch another man try to hold on to his life
Cause' I keep lookin' and huntin' just like a lion Let the sucka' know that it's them that be dyin' I show no remorse to the source of the tales And if they tell then the hungry better battle
Aw I keep it comin' and comin' across the table And if I miss, I never miss, cuz Im able I'm lookin' forward and I'm lookin' over my shoulder And I'll make a simple sin to make the bonus But I'll never bless the rest, so never cease I'll do a motherfucker with this restin' piece Cause' what they saw they never seen or even heard of And if they live, it's just another body murdered.... .....another body murdered....
(Patton)
I'm makin' deals for deals that make a kill And anyone looking gonna' get that ass killed I'm livin' like a criminal and criminal I be And I'm respected in the hood like a 'G' But if they think I'm blasted then they gone I'm takin' off they're head with a motherfuckin' chrome I gotta pay the play the pay ta' get crooked And I ain't 'BOO' til' I dump another fool I see the fool runnin' and runnin' but where they goin' ? Had to witness my murder now they knowin' What they blast so blast so at the pad I'll have the thing fixed...My life was goin' in a flash....If I went to say ---- that'd be my ass Searching for these fools while stepping cross the squares Cause they can't hide and hide and that's real And what you just witnessed with your eyes got ta' kill.... .....another body murdered.....
Bang your head to this....Turn me up!....another body murdered
(Once again, Mr. Patton)
...Faith No More.... I had to get it together to watch a body get murdered, ehh...Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E...
I have to get it together to watch a body get murdered
Bang your head...come on...Bang your head.... ....Bang your head.......Bang you head to this....
(More Patton)
I see a fool an' I try an' test the fool I testify that the fool will have to lose Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. gotta keep it low Cause the brother that was shot with my motherfuckin Uz..ooooh... As I bail with my head up Round they crowd someone kicks my luck and then I get up All these busters on my trail Well they get where I'm at, but the fail cause' they can't bail I keep bailin' I been stickin' my shit ever since they've had me jailed in But it ain't all about servin' time... It's about breakin' down the verd(ict) and servin' mine....
Another pass or passive You wanta' play it by the Ridd did the king start blastin' All these fools goin' up they sigh They try to test mine They never get to know why Oooh how long can you live when a gangster like the Ridd keep smokin' that ass.....
Bang your head to this...
(Patton)
Turn me up.....I had to get it together to watch a body get murdered..ehh Faith No More......I had to get it together to watch a body get murdered
Compositores: Bill David Gould (Billy Gould) (ASCAP), Michael Andrew Bordin (ASCAP), Michael Raymond Patton (BMI), Roddy Christopher Bottum (ASCAP)Publicado em 1993ECAD verificado obra #37533 e fonograma #15098135 em 09/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM