Murdered Few
MURDERED FEW
Through these eyes I done seen it all and balled with the best of them
The rest of them......
Seen them all fall, 'they spoke death to them"
(respect for him)
"Murdered Few"
Even though he knew how the clock ticked
/
Time Knocked
360
Blood thirsty the verse of me
Accordingly was how it singed
You aint heard of me, I pick niggas out leave them holy
/
Third Degree
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