Mr. Serv-On - Cemetery Made lyrics

[C-Murder]

This black on black crime gotta stop

[C-Murder] Chorus

I see my enemies, my guns in my hands

Cemetary made, i'm looking at a dead man x4

[Mr. Serv-On]

Conflicted images fill my mind, if it's my time to bless me on the grind

Intertwine in this criminal military where my best friend became my adversary

Never second guess me if its me or you I see your ass through

To the bloody end, we meet again

When one of you coward bitches get the heart to take me from this world of sin

I can't descend to my right to die with blood in my fucking eyes

Ghetto cries from the cemetary call me daily

But I aint ready to let you bitches take me

Set me up with my closed, arms open, gats smokin

Hoping for my last and final wish

Momma kiss me on the lips when I leave, with a shank on my fucking sleeve

I kill your child on your money for love

Now she dead, god bless you if your child live

But if I don't, I'll be back with fucking rage in my eyes

Hands on the gage, I'm cemetary made

Chorus x4

[Mr. Serv-On]

Release me from this torture that this life gave me the first time this world

saw me

Murder and betrayal chase me car jacking, the crack dealers still see me

Why cant you bitches let me live in peace?

Tears on my mommas sheets won't let me sleep

I'm walking the streets with tags on my fucking feet,

But I aint ready to be that big shot caller, that baller in the sky, see this

killer in my eyes

But you bitches can't take me, why don't you drop your colors and ride with me

I'm gangbanging, no affiliation

I'm living TRU like these letters across my stomach (T-R-U)

And I'm cemetary made, don't let me get faded with this gauge

I'm ready to bust, bang, hang em up and nigga let you know my name

My alias, Mr. bad case

See this killer in my eyes, I'm ready to break you from your ghetto ties

And now I'm coming, so nigga you better start running

See my cemetary made, so bang em up

Chorus x4

[C-Murder]

My name is as I murder

So alot of niggas wanna get me cemetary made so I move to another city

I was born with a gun in my hand

now that I'm a grown man aint a damn thing changed

C-Murder, a soldier from that TRU click

my dick gets hard when I see a niggas whig split

Life full of crime, so I abuses and chooses

to never pull a gun if I aint gonna use it

And known to smoke weed to calm my nerves

but when I lace that shit, a nigga gettin served (booya!)

Sending haters to the mortuary, been to the cemetary

but dont kill a nigga if you ever scary

Aint got no time to be paraniod bustas

keep eye contact cause I dont trust ya

187 is what i shout (187), tattooed on my right arm

cause that's what I'm about

You got beef with me? You'se in danger

welcome to the motherfuckin torture chamber

Execution style beat down in slashes

kerosene to burn your ass up till you ashes

You history fool, you dead, ha ha ha ha, now you cemetary made

Chorus x4