Murdah Muzik - Ransom et Hitchcock Paroles , lyrics

Paroles de Murdah Muzik de Ransom, Hitchcock

Murdah Muzik est une chanson de Ransom, Hitchcock pour laquelle les lyrics ont été ajoutés en 2013.

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We like a platoon, I be with some wild wild boys
In the saloon killin like the wild cowboys
Bow down boys, you need to eat, chow down boys
And get hit with the pound soundboard
Fuck a shot, I don't fuck with cops nigga, I'm like Al Capone
Once they release you they gon eat you outta house and home
Cop that, leanin off the chrome
You been a hater, dump you in incinerators, never found yo bones
Now we got the coke back bouncing
We cocaine cowboys, we Brokeback Mountain
Flow like a fountain, throw one a thousand
900 stacks, that's racks, you in housing
We tryna get real estate
Do the right thing, left it right wing in the real estate
I feel the hate as I feel the buzz
Build a buzz sorta like the high that you feel from drugs
And I don't need rehab
I could play with The Rock, this shit off like Steve Nash
Medicinal though, got the weed pass
Everything the flow, I can see cash
Money, everybody gully
Full clip in my wall reach with the skully
Snug fit on my thug shit
Got that 38 with the snow tip
I ain't stressin please, he stressed at these
Powder every day, are like zed believes
Why you all attending?
'Cus my pockets got a ball jamming?
I'm in the hood and I indulge in it
Authentic, yall fabricated
The whips all tinted, just a mascaraed that I had to say
'Cus now I'm getting aggravated
I'm mad they hated, they never congratulated

Niggas mad, they don't how gratitude
Walk in these rapper shoes
I ain't gotta respect these niggas who paid half the dues
I can scream out names but then what that approve?
Jerry Heller, these fat niggas who got an attitude
This all coast, pull strings like a tar nose
Turn a live nigga into compost
There ain't no convos 'cus eulogy is coming to in 3's
Through the greeze you can freeze in the coolest breeze
Think you should leave, niggas ain't so into yo bars
Cus niggas pointin fingers like I'm sending you home
There's a live band playing, gun in the guitar case
Scarface, shootout speeding while in a car chase
Both the gav niggas on park place
Raw apes, look at the look at Nicki Minaj' face
Look at these phony niggas you call great
I lost faith between shootouts, killings and court dates
I'm brass, what can I say?
Filthiest nigga in the church like can I pray?
Grimiest nigga on the bench like can I play?
And leave these incognito niggas MIA ah
People that judge us, I bet they suffer twice
Drop the ME's, nigga look up to Christ
You ain't gotta believe, nigga I'm fuckin nice
Me and Hitch best two men never to clutch a mic

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