Mr. 1st 48

Lyrics

[Intro] The most difficult thing about beeing a homicide detective Is when you had a case and you know who did it But you can't prove it It's like puttin' a puzzle together You have to have everything kinda fall in place It's hard, it's draining, very draining The hope is, someday, somebody is gonna get in trouble And they're gonna need to talk And thats when you get the prove Thats when you can solve the case [Hook: Partee] Mr. 1st 48, 48 don't make that 48 Mr. 1st 48, 48 don't make that 48 Mr. 1st 48, 48 don't make that 48 Mr. 1st 48, 48 don't make that 48 Bitch you can't escape Bitch you can't escape Bitch you can't escape Bitch you can't from Mr. 48 [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] It's the silent Son of Sam, burn like the Sun, slaughter from Saturn Scarecrow from the land where vicious murders are a pattern Your fate is predetermined, quickly terminate you vermin I hope yo mammy wise enough to take a life insurance We don't discriminate, we just eliminate and consequate Wether or not they solve your case in the first four-eight Welcome to hell gates: murder, death, kill, Memphis niggas get ill You want yo cap peeled? Bring your punkass down here Choose your fuckin' doom: guns, knives, blunt tools They find your punkass leakin' in a fuckin' blood pool No mo' [?] to swallow, sayonara from the tunnel water Lord should be your tour guide through the horror Pop ya and pop my collar [Bridge: Lord Infamous] If you watch you know you never live to testify Talk to those detectives and your whole damn family dies Bodies rottin' all around in my part of town Hear no evil, see no evil, never speak a sound [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Ballin' down Bellevue and then I hit a left 'lone curb Soon as I hit Mississippi in the rearview we saw a blur Man it look like the same niggas that was trillin' me at first Pay no attention cause I'm high and rubbin' on this bitches skirt Slammed down to the curb, ran in to get 'bout 8 Oz. of the purrp Saw this bitch textin' on the phone, payed this shit no damn mind at first Then three Chevies closed me in man, then my fucking vision blurred Then we all begin to merge, I try to reach then heard the burst Flashes flyin' in my face, I see AK's, can it get worse? Then I squeeze the Mac-11, let the whole damn clip disperse When I look down to the pavement, saw two masked niggas get wasted Look like Lord may be the next case on the damn 1st 48 man [Hook: Partee] Mr. 1st 48, 48 don't make that 48 Mr. 1st 48, 48 don't make that 48 Mr. 1st 48, 48 don't make that 48 Mr. 1st 48, 48 don't make that 48 Bitch you can't escape Bitch you can't escape Bitch you can't escape Bitch you can't from Mr. 48