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Cozz

Murda

 

Murda

(альбом: Cozz & Effect - 2014)


You dead...
You starting from the top?
Yo, Mittee
'Ze murda
Everyone you heard of
Yeah, talk my shit
Sipping my juice
Just tryna get loose

Yo, the crowd has to love him, they feel a deep lyrical acupuncture
I'm spiritual as a nun but I drink 'til my bladder ruptures
Rolling blunts as fat as nunchucks and weed so good
It make you wanna slap your mother, here have another hit
You want some chips, bags in the cupboard, I have it covered
The fact you love us, the reason why we getting fatter stomachs
We got, that hip-hop soul, and we got that g-funk shit yeah
Let's have a function, bring, none of that fuck shit
I belong in some imprisonment, no regards for the innocent
Undisciplined, I'm sinning with' a pen
Damn I claimed to be a Christian, I ain't prayed in a minute
Been shooting and stabbing, going against all the Ten Commandments
Wish, good luck on the younging
I, need to get saved like a, buck on a budget
I thank God for this empty stomach
What would I do if I wasn't, lyrically thugging
Busting sluggers at your cousin, motherfucker

Murda, murda, Cozz causing murda
Killing off everyone you heard of
Nigga fuck around, put a price on your head
Claiming that you rap and you dead
Murda, murda, Cozz causing murda
Killing off everything you heard of
Nigga fuck around, put a price on your head
You should get a day job instead

I'm going from the underdog to an elite
More like the industry make me another dog up on a leash
Cozz cause war when he speak
I was born with skills, but we don't ever wanna cause, war and kill
We just some refugees tryna climb these Lauryn hills
But I can be Tyson with my right hand
And carve words that cut nerves like a knife can
I spit like I'm pissed but I'm aiight man
Cause I'm the shit, you're a peon like a fuckin white man
That's why, ya'll be stressed, I puff the best
Still a '90s mahfucka, high, watching Recess and Kenan & Kel
Young Libra so I was keeping the scale
Weed was for sale, the cops wanna see him in jail cause

Murda, murda, Cozz causing murda
Killing off everyone you heard of
Nigga fuck around, put a price on your head
Claiming that you rap and you dead
Murda, murda, Cozz causing murda
Killing off everything you heard of
Nigga fuck around, put a price on your head
You should get a day job instead

Yo, this for the niggas in the city, claiming they on top but they shitty
I'll give you a shot to the head, I'll take a shot of the Henny
Y'all really know what's up, you and this liquor got me so fucked up

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