[Verse 1: Ouija Macc]
Will I die in a kick doe or will the feds murder me
Will Doctors save me when bullet fragments complicate the surgery (I wanna know)
Will my demon finally lead me to the edge
Will the angels ride with me when the devil slide with me (ride with me)
Toof Gang know one thang loyalty
My posse will die for me they ain't gotta lie to me (nope)
Will I die 85 still tippin' or will skinheads kill me in prison cause I ain't fuccin' with them (woah)
Maybe the drugs will take my brain out of commission
Or will the monster inside of me finally gather my full undivided attention
Came in alone won't die that way
Real G's don't die when our human forms go away
Will I wonder into death cause I don't know a way
The day my lungs refuse to put the cigarettes I smoke away
One day I might blow my own dome away
Picking up the throw away (?)

[Chorus: Choirboy & (Ouija)]
This is what you call murder! You with that!
(fuck my 9 to 5, run up in that bitch don't leave no one alive)
This is what you call murder! You get that!
(everybody dies, you just dying first for fucking with my life)
This what you call murder! You get that!
(I already died, not even my body but the shit that was inside)
This is what you call murder! You get that!
(everybody dies, hope my eyes are open when Its finally my time)
Murder..murder...murder
This is what you call murder
This is what you call murder
(I got a question)
[Verse 2: Choirboy]
What you call it when a cop kills the innocent
The media be twistin' and confusing who the victim is
We taking water for granted wasting the benefits
And how many died of thirst in other countries numbers limitless
We carry heat they try to lock us up in prison quick
Cops gangbangin' homie what the fuck the difference is
Job got me seasick. Its a slave ship
See the grave quick so while I'm here I don't take shit
They trip cause they know we body it all
When the Toof Gang bang then its bodies involved
You gon' probably dissolve
Cops gon' probably get called
I take the witnesseswith you like one saw me it all
I bring murder
I'm at the end of my rope some people end it in dope and then its all that they wrote
This straight (murder)
Like check after check broke and work until theirs nothing fucking left
Death!

[Chorus: Choirboy & (Ouija)]
This is what you call murder! You with that!
(fuck my 9 to 5, run up in that bitch don't leave no one alive)
This is what you call murder! You get that!
(everybody dies, you just dying first for fucking with my life)
This what you call murder! You get that!
(I already died, not even my body but the shit that was inside)
This is what you call murder! You get that!
(everybody dies, hope my eyes are open when Its finally my time)
Murder..murder...murder
This is what you call murder
This is what you call murder