Mr. 1st 48 - Lord Infamous

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

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

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

(?) solved your case in the 1st 48, 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 (?) water

Lord should be your tour guide through the horror

Pop ya and pop my collar

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

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

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