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Correct Basikmurs (Feat. Basik) Lyrics
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(Murs) Hey whussup this is muthafucking Murs Here with muthafucking basik You know what I'm sayin I got a foul ass mouth But not really givin a fuck this is all freestlye One tape do it like this no fakes On the microphone distroy all snakes In the grass Murs will beat that ass If it has to come to that type of situation But I really know that patience is a virtue But I just might hurt you call it curtins Pull up a skirt on a few emcees actin Bitch wanna change off that switch Like a light 25watt, you ain't that bright Might get socked in the night Where I'm from Mint City, where we roam Come hard over drums Everybody wants to hum Some other niggas song, be on the dick Of other crews too long now wheres your song At got a whole tape but ain't nobody else Gonna kick a rap unless they famous That's the fool from table of contents Your whole porpose is aimless Need to get some shit Condence it Into one form have a common goal When I'm bombing soul on this track Everybody knows my spirt comes intact Never um post hande or should I say On strike like ups I might just incave yo chest Like this make a casium when I spit this shit Have your chest doing spasum Fantasium Like that four with the spikes Everybody knows I don't sport nike's Well I really kinda do cause I can't afford Other shoe They cost to much Everybody wanna rock the dutch Or other should I say the British walking Shit talkers from New York Get cooked Burnt up, I stay way like pork How many emcees have said that I've read that Rap book you had all them rhymes you had Was wack, Take it like that uh this nigga Murs With a freestyle verse With basik Your whole stlye is wack so face it This nigga Murs with a freestlye verse And basik your whole style is wack just face it Can't Replace it (Basik) Can't replace, can't replace it one on one This is Basik Yo checking in one two Watch out for your whole crew We might do them by the two's Three's and a hundreds I got you in a tundra Freezing your toes Basik emcee expose Superstition, I guess you thought you was Wishing you was in another State I negate no property, Basik emcee afully All up in all these Emcees Taking them off stage with a swift kick You might sling from my dick Matter of fact You's a trick Sell you on the coner for two bucks a less You be selling your rhymes Like it was two bucks of stress Just a little bit of style And a little bit of this And a little bit of spice here And a little ingrediant there Now ima come out then ima start to stare Mad doggin wack emcees Ima stomp em with girls clogs And keeping them cloging up Like arteries Fool's be swellin up Thinking they gonna serve me I think not I'll put you in my pot Everythings for 50degrees got it hot Pull out about four emcees please Watch me ease of all eww All these punks never I'm way to clever Used to live down the street >From this fool named Trevor But he got a little shaddy So I had to make him not my baby Had to serve him And send him on the curb And send him on the street And run him over with my Honda Accord Never Bored While I soared in the sky Basik emcee will never die I'm living continuosly Mater of I should say infinative You wanna live up don't step up You might limp back Watch for the attack >From me and Murs you've gotta stay dope If you don't wanna be wack That's obvious Matter of fact I'm seein this Threw the scope of my eyes Matter of fact I got three of them Matter of fact I got five of them Cause I'm counting my glasses Kicking many asses All through Like going slow like malasis If you want me to slow down the style Leave a wack emcee Thinking ima gon get wild Now wait little child You might get smacked You need a pasifire You a wack emcee you was a lyre Talkin about you was 10 leauges higher But 10 leauges lower in the sea Wanna be me I bet you wanna clone You drone I'm like the bully of the block Ima take yo twinkies out your lunch box Then take your money And put it in my socks And then walk down the street With this damn beat That shit is thumpin Keep bumpin in the bay area With my man Murs Wanna kick a freestyle verse Leave a wack emcee in a hearse Now you cursed
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