Translation: Doa. Murder In Hollywood.
i'm freakin' out. what's that you say, there's a murder down below. it happens every day in the land of snow. another murder in hollywood. in hollywood, there's murders
'Scuse me, as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture
', but I'm just saggin' I betcha don't wanna see the D O double G and you can't see The D R to the E or my motherfuckin' homey D.O.C. You know you can
'Scuse me as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture? Stalk the dead body like a vulture
o'clock Or ten o'clock news I can lend a helping hand I can be your fucking friend I can leave his body stankin' In a croquer garbage can If you ain't claiming Hollywood
You know, you give love to all my niggaz Murder Inc. fam, my nigga Gotti, what up nigga? My nigga Prim, we with you niggaz Been with a nigga, roll with a
army to stop a big invasion? Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get
Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture, Tical get Blacker than your
Excuse me as I kiss the sky, Sing a song of six pence a pocket full a rye, Who the fuck wanna die for their culture, Stalk the dead body like a vulture
the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocet full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, HMMM Blacker
the wood Murder, bad boy ya block off an' Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' Murder, nine millimeter me say Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, men
just saggin I betcha don't wanna see the D-O double G And you can't see, the D-R to the E Or my motherfuckin homey D.O.C. You know you can't fuck with
there's no army to stop a big invasion? Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where
putting a 8 track in a c.d. player I don't bar these Hollywood cats, it's all about me You can't see me, like a blocked number on a caller I.D. You got
know..... I give love to all my niggaz Murder Inc. fam, my nigga Gotti, what up nigga I nigga Prim, we with you niggaz Been with a nigga, roll with a
