Slip Into Long Beach - RBX

All units, code four.

Suspect’s wearing a black leather jacket,

black boots, carrying a numchuk (with a possible gun).

BOOOM nigga!

Right back at ya What the fuck you thought, nigga?

Come to Long Beach and get yo’motherfuckin ass caught

Put in the crosshair, and that’s for real nigga

And that’s how we do shit nigga

You better, ask some-motherfuckin-body

Slip into some fucked up shit with me As night prepares yo’mind to sleep

Slip into some fucked up shit with me You in a chronic haze and fall asleep

Slip into some fucked up shit with me And when you wake up you don’t know where you at Slip into some fucked up shit with me Uh-huh.

this is Long Beach (MUR-DER)

Now let’s get down to the nitty gritty

Mood is shitty, no pity

Long Beach is the city

Since I’m from Long Beach, I got to put in work

And no, this ain’t Compton and Long Beach together;

strictly Long Beach

Listen to me preach

Anybody killa?!

Mass murder!

That was the sound of my double barreled shotgun

and there is no place to run

So if you’re thinkin bout comin to Long Beach

Chip in, bullets will be zippin

zappin — bodies collapsin

Killa beats!

Then I put the raps in It’s on it’s on it’s on and

we can bust a cap 'til the break of dawn

So now that you heard the warning

I welcome you — with open arms

Open FIRE arms

And we don’t give a fuck about cars with alarms

It’s a jack move nigga give it up is you crazy?

Glock 40 pointed to your head

BOOM!

Now another nigga’s dead.

(BLOODY MURDER)

Slip into some fucked up shit with me MURDER

Slip into some fucked up shit with me BLOODY MURDER

Slip into some fucked up shit with me MURDER

Slip into some fucked up shit with me BLOODY MURDER

Slip into some fucked up shit with me Murder dey, murder dem, murder dey, murder dem