A more gangsta rap feel to this song.. Written By Dano-bot of the Verted Dolls.. This song is about Jacksonville Florida.. My hometown, The lyrics in this song are all a true story, . This beat is from Ice Cube - Child Support.. Which I believe was made by Dr. Dre

Straight out of Murderville, The city of rats
Come too close, you'll start hearin Tat Tat
n***az cant handle that, Crazy Cracka with a bat
White Flag, black hat, N***a with a gat, made a n***a lay flat
When a n***a go's broke, A n***az gotta smoke
In these streets it's not about living.. Its about survival
No commandments, N***az shootin up the bible
Nobody Liable, Not in these streets.. not if your a rival
When a n***a needs rock, there aint nothin to block
A n***a with a rock in his sock, Walkin down the block, Watchin for cops
If a n***a gets stopped, You best bring a mop, somebodys gettin stomped
Bitch n***az, dont come to my city, thinkin your the shit..

Bitch n***az like that, end real quick
Bloody Sewers, Full of tourist
Dirty Corpses, In the Forrest
This is a city of Locust
We eat you up, Put your blood in our cups
City wolves, And Abandoned pups
N***a had enough?

Think yousa hustla?
Think You big? Thats about to end real quick
N***a got a lick, Best run real quick
Jax is full of the sick, Zombies of the city
Dont give a fuck, No pity.. We'll eat you up
Dont like it? May as well give up..

Cracka Heads, Killin Crack heads for some crack
Cops killin n***az, cause a n***a black
Some whack shit goin down in rat town,
Bitches gettin raped all over downtown,
Gangstas gettin raped, all for a half pound
All over town, We hearin n***az drop down

Straight Off Leon, Lookin for more corpses to pee on
Robbin white trash, In the Commons, for their white trash
Break the rules? A n***a gets lashed.. Then trashed
But in the end.. we all get Blasted.. Wished a n***a lasted
But now a n***a.. stuck in his casket
So many tricks, flickin bics
This n***az gotten sick.. Gotten sick of all the shit..
Lost his mind, aint got one bit of sense
He feels Immense,
N***a got a 40 cal, shot up another gal
Cause the bitch, wouldnt shut her mouth.
N***az holdin n***az hostage in the city of citys
City of no pity.. got robbed for a fifty
I dont need dope, I got plenty

Chillin on the porch, with my posse
Smokin Blunts, Snortin Zannys
Flippin off the old granny
N***az made 40's illegal,
So we drinkin the quarts
When some n***az drive up, tryin to sport
Im holdin a sawed off, and a newport
Time is short, They shot my quart
Friends layin on the floor, No more
a N***a went crazy.. Eyes were hazy
Shot a hole in an escalade, as N***az prayed
and other n***az run off with they pay..
This is murderville through the eyes of the black and white
Fuck this city, Im done with this fight...