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bizz loc – murda she wrote lyrics

[intro: 5th]
i say murda murda she wrote, murda murda she wrote, ah
ar you bodied this one
see i put the d+ck in her throat, i put the d+ck in her throat, ah
this a lil’ bit to saucy for them n+ggas, ah, ah

[chorus: 5th]
i say murda, murda she wrote, ah
i put the d+ck in her throat, ah
she f+ck me good goat, ah
she say you seen now whoa
ahh, murda murda no lie
ahh, i don’t play both sides
i say murda, murda she wrote, ah
i put the c in the loc, ah
gettin’ bread by the loaf
keep a burner for the toast
p+ssy n+ggas do the most
make an opp turn ghost, ahh errr

[verse 1: bizz loc]
all my life i’ve been so bad
growing up without no dad
most n+ggas be funny, they crack jokes but i don’t laugh
young boy my chrome blast
diss me and you won’t last
bang it up on any block
go to any range and i won’t crack
doing time i don’t rat
if i get knockеd i’ll thug it out
turning up when it’s war time
thesе other n+ggas just ran their mouth
knuckle game that’s what i’m ’bout
catch an opp i’ll snuff him out
that’s bizz sh+t, road life i don’t bat ’em up i just gun ’em down
run him up or just run him down
either way ride out
best believe my clip empty, any time that i slide out
eatin’ food i grind now, gut big my b+tch bad
some of them either gets beat down then f+cked up like get mad
stuntin’ on me you get jammed
you hustle hard, i’m robbin’ hard
catch ’em n+ggas like ten deep
pop it off and then rob ’em all
f+ck a problem i solve ’em all
just for the mask that’s my class
you don’t know my name b+tch?!
bizz loc body bagz!
[chorus: 5th]
i say murda, murda she wrote, ah
i put the d+ck in her throat, ah
she f+ck me gargle, ah
she say you seen now whoa
ahhh, murda murda no lie
ahhh, i don’t play both sides
i say murda, murda she wrote, ah
i put the c in the loc, ah
gettin’ bread by the loaf
keep a burner for the toast
p+ssy n+ggas do the most
make an opp turn ghost, ahh errr

[verse 2: bizz loc]
i’m a young n+gga, not a dumb n+gga
getting paid plenty money
big cake no 1’s n+gga
open up and i ton n+ggas
go to war with your og’s
treating n+ggas like backwoods when they get lit and then roll trees
flip dope oz’s
branched out got more fiends
sonning n+ggas godfather, gettin’ money like moe greene
execute your whole team
my clip mean your set laided
go to war with a hit list, i murder n+ggas then check names
big dog great dane
choppin’ ho’s with fake names
f+ck the opps, riding out i gear up but i stay sane
beat it up, bang bang
whippin’ hard i slang caine
in the streets my name rang
crip crip, gang bang
loc’d out my flag hang
i’m throwin’ signs my shorty fine
get head from your main b+tch
i’m rollin’ ill, she snortin’ lines
shorty say that it’s all mine, but we ain’t on the same wave though
pimpin’ ho’s these n+ggas know i’m ridin’ out like range rover
[chorus: 5th]
i say murda, murda she wrote, ah
i put the d+ck in her throat, ah
she f+ck me gargle, ah
she say you seen now whoa
ahhh, murda murda no lie
ahhh, i don’t play both sides
i say murda, murda she wrote, ah
i put the c in the loc, ah
gettin’ bread by the loaf
keep a burner for the toast
p+ssy n+ggas do the most
make an opp turn ghost, ahh errr

[outro: bizz loc]
smoke that!
what’s wrong with these n+ggas
eg+west in the f+ckin’ building, n+gga!
it’s bizz loc! errrr goddddd!
e dubz c to the a2a to the yeg all of that gang sh+t, n+gga
we the ones that’s out here, n+gga

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