Tatto Ink - Murder by NumbersLyrics

Check it out, put me on track twenty five China White, alright Ey Venom, you ready homie Let me hear myself, let me hear myself Murder by numbers Small time hustler with big things on my mind Check it out, that's right I'm a small time hustler with big things on my mind If it ain't about the money then you're wasting my time Heated three-five-seven full of bullets so rise Bulb three point five full of crystal and ice You heard my old shit and said that's what you like So I spit the gangsterism, you're a victim in prison Started something, I'm promoting the violence Motherfuckers in the game scared, they're calling out tyrants We're just thugging and hollow points is reaching H Gang ain't no joke, we'll slip one through your dome These child proof killers give it up with a sign When their hands come together and they disrespect the knife They in trouble, ese we blast them on sight The little homies ride, multiply and divide Let's ride, till the figures get right Ese Venom, Ese Rabbit put in work on the mic We can murder by numbers, I spit it bomb Twenty five riders in the street, dead wrong Homicide and we ain't gotta tell them why We don't fuck with the law, we let our enemies die We can murder by numbers, you do the math Me plus a glock equals blasting your ass Homicide and anybody snitch, they die Subtract motherfuckers off the map and get high I'ma start deducting motherfuckers off this planet Damnit when you hate it's not hard to understand it So let's divide solid vatos from these rats And hoodrats and as a matter of fact Let's subtract enemigas by the thousands And poison all these rats by the dozens I learn mathematics by slanging, maintaining Counting bullets, profits, gang banging, trigger happy ass vatos So let's go do this, I count dead bodies when I go to sleep My nightmares are full of corruption Placaso Veneno, deadly are my fractions My mind just erupted like a volcanic eruption Me plus a cuete equals total destruction Multiply, subtract, divide I'm always ready to ride, plus I'm nothing nice twice We can murder by numbers, I spit it bomb Twenty five riders in the street, dead wrong Homicide and we ain't gotta tell them why We don't fuck with the law, we let our enemies die We can murder by numbers, you do the math Me plus a glock equals blasting your ass Homicide and anybody snitch, they die Subtract motherfuckers off the map and get high Just for my fans that's out there mobbing LA fucking Times, they're killing and robbing Homie coughing 'cause the weed's too strong You're a hostage in your home when the glass' too strong The homie flipping, whether killing or sticking And all that I know is fuck being a victim Young Rabbit, that uncut I'm sniffing Ese drive through the park might end up missing Never listen, is what my pops be saying But I listen for the chopper and their fucking raids Shit is major, so ese what's your wager Get the fuck back, skinny chain and pager Moms tripping because it don't add up In a fraction of a second I'll go all out It's when you're on one, that Conejo's necessary The cd on repeat till you die in your sleep Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line You got out of line, you got wacked Everybody knew the rules Killing just got to be accepted Hits just became a habit As far back as I can remember I always wanted to be a gangster Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line You got out of line, you got wacked Everybody knew the rule