hip hop want me dead

[blitches]

not the type to conform or perform before
the audience anyway other than the norm
a lyrical storm, forget the chorus
this bitch dalores just snitched and informed the
police of our whereabouts
held up in a deserted house
we committed murders you never heard about
4 of us, one bag of cash, neither of us blurted out
the slightest bit of disloyalty
had pride stonger than royalty
temptations of money destroyin me
paranoia annoyin me, im gonna be
a mental case, if i get sent to face a sentence
on the count of 11 victims wasted in a bank, its the state pen
for me, but thats if i get caught
i will not snitch now and i will not get shot
now knowin we been ratted out
we got the liquor and acid out
celebrate, we plan to head up state, let the chase
die down, theres a place i found
we can lose these fuckers if we leave today right now!
we step out the door, smiles are gone, bags dropped
5 red dots on each of us, all i see is boys in blue. we all got shot