Murdah
(专辑: Alpha And Omega - 2004)
[Bizzy Bone-Chorus] Murdah is out of control/ Murdah just let it blow (It blow)/ Word up if you bucked a
mothafucka down for taken ya dough (Taken ya dough...) nigga [Bizzy Bone] Know this liquor prolly killin my liver/ The
villian is still in effect/ And I
buck this motherfucker down, live and direct/ Hey, what I'ma chastise my momma? Demand the
respect, get up and strategize bitches cryin like they never wept/ Slept in the
gutter with no tech, I'm still in the
dungeon/ Bitch I
never left, pass that sticky icky ganja/ Creep on ah come up, I
crept and I
came/ Respect the
dead game, remember ta let ya nuts hang, often, matter of fact I'ma do mine all day/ I
don't sniff coke, I
like to make money/ Put the
fiends in the
room, who's hungry? Cut from the
cloth they cut me black cherry weed/ Cherokee Indians based in Cleveland, thuggin and thievin till I'm the
last one breathin/ Only one believin is that Seventh Sign Saga/ Fresh and remodeled, plush like Ramada now, holy like Ramadan, a
momma's smile/ Capo, my nigga what/ Nigga execution always my guns is crippin cuz, P.B.D. posse/ I
roll with Rasu, Nina Ross, and Skails, Rhythm and Ghetto, Rosiah, 7th Sign murda em all, yep... And like little Capo-Confuscious say "Nigga I'll kill for you." [Chorus] -Prince Rasu Be careful as fuck, baby, take precaution fo' sho'/ They say that nigga Gotti quiet ,
better fire off a
Calico/ Bastard, I'm a
animal/ My guradians was avenues/ My Lord be my shepherd, but my swarms for collatoral/ Who can I
trust? Where can I
turn? When will it all end? I'm suited up in Timberland boots, Regime marching God damnit I'm a
grown man, its time to take my own stand/ Fuck the
federations, my heart is racing like grown mens/ Pumpin the
anger built up from years of stress, killers and haters surround me daily, no fears of death/ I
hear the
breaths of angels and demons fighting over my soul/ Lord, just give me the
path through this bloodbath and it's on, Lord/ Roll all haters, out my zone when it's going down/ Ride with the
7th Sign/ Violate, we gone clown/ Four pounds be safe in the
streets of the
showdown/ Love to Gambino, you the
chief, dog/This is my town, your town [Chorus] [Josiah Rasu] Cock back and blast, knockin sparks up out they ass/ Makin marks come off that cast, nigga you know what it is, think I'm serious/ Then heart attack, missles aimed straight at where the
fuck your heart is at/ Fix cement or get hit, how hard is that, to comprehend, I'm tryin to be gone before them souljahs come marchin in/ You blue suit wearin faggets with badges'll get the
flux, I
don't give a
fuck who you are we can send this motherfucker up/ Crucifixion come quickly come and get me Mister Reeper/ I
ain't scared to die/ I'm all like more than willin, the
more the
real the
more that feel it, so I'ma stay real until my heart stop/ My reflection with hoes, the
essence of the
hard-knock life/ I
am the
light, and if you miss us then u
misses haven't heard of murder/ Then you don't know of pain, my veins bleed the
same blood of the
motherfuckers who murdered my momma so I'm a
natural born killa/ Than I, there was no cap peelas [Chorus] [H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious] Me and my Comptons' monster mashing mobsters/ Analyzing we done plottin'/ Plans in progress; Rap game held hostage/ Ransom, trillion dollars/ Low tolerence/ Suspect; Armed and dangerous, violent tendency's/ The
industry stick up, Kingpin Capo Regime/ Bend on your knees, duck tape and tied down, follow my lead or everyone shot, bleed/ Squeeze round after round, empty shells hit ots the
ground/ Told you we ain't fucking around/ Strictly about our business on some gangsta shit, no bank account/ Money talks, greedy hogs walk the
plank/ Negotiating our way, uh, forget the
deal/ Your record labels' sorry but your phony ass superstars carbon copied, indistiguished, no identity/ Raise up off these N-U-T's, cock sucking nigga, please/ We ain't dealing with no Jerry Hellers, hell no/ Call us the
money makers, pulling capers/ Baby momma need that paper/ Get up off your ass, can't be no couch potato/ Only gets greater later/ Better believe in playa haters, see [Chorus]