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Correct Murder Mc's Lyrics
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Verse 1 Buckshot: I woke up in the night grabbed my forehead wipe my forehead with the sweat on to the bed Deep inside thought thinking of a way to strapped and walk the streets without getting clapped Just because I'm tieing the fuzz growing in my buzz I'm doing my justice, bust this slug to the ignorant Who said I didn't have knowledge of self So come and feel the wrath So listen First of all let me explain That when i drop a rhyme I I make it hard enough to gain The god is heavy I blow you up like dynamite Into my dome I let the L ignite Fight, I take you on flight here The war starts here. BCC: See we murder MC's every day, motherfuckers don't play, straight from the Bucktown side of the block Keep your shit hot Like we said, That's when all the madness stops Verse 2 Buckshot: To all the Godz who know who's the coloured man the colored man is the obvious, you understand? I kill him, and drill 'im in my bootcamp Who can't survive in the creek? You can't Champion, bootcampian click stick and move I bust your shit Move and stick It's the original crook Stomping through your army, what! Gortex to your head Keep your eyes shut But, I'll take you in consideration My occupation is to bust your federation with my ammunition Flipping precision, being precise He's right, I'm nice You can check my status and my apparatus See the baddest Buckshot shot the boodah Murder hero to clean your pipe like Ruger Smoke a bag of charm then I drop the bomb, Buckshot I represent the Arm Leg Leg Arm Head, natty dread, boy big him up Roll thick like syrup cause chaos and terror Chorus I had a vision It appeared to me in the form of a devil but the rebel wasn't there to see for me this is the year to be the son of the seven, representing the sea the heatseeker the cypher maker quick to take a sec to re-a-lize, I burn right through you Double guage I'm pointing the rage at your culu .... We blew the motherfucker Now we outta here. Chorus Buckshot: MURDAH! MURDAH! MURDAH
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