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Correct Murdah Muzik Lyrics
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[Verse:] 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 [Verse:] 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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