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cuban link - murda murda lyrics

[intro: ja rule]
how do you do, ladies and gentlemen?
this is music to be murdered by
murder, murder
you know what it is

[verse 1: cuban link]
yo, son, i come through like john wu shooting cops
yo, move, i’m top gun dropping bombs on you like tom cruise
don’t get it confused, i’m quick to leave you dead on the news
i got nothing to lose, sick in the head like bishop from jews
leave you in two parts, b+tch, yo, ask the wizard for a new heart
cuba rip your crew apart with just a few bars
you know the repertoire terror squad, i’m in for life
the bronx bumper from havana with my pins in stripes
n+ggas is nicе spittin’ venom on the mic devicе, i’m poison
don’t make me grab the knife and slice and dice your organs
i’m turning men to mice twice my size for flossing
like they imported so the price is life extortion
caution, son, i’m dangerous, i don’t rob ’em
talkin’ too much, i just aim and bust
turn your brains to mush like angel dust
bring the rush in plain english, y’all n+ggas can’t bang with us
a gang of thugs who love to get broke up in the clubs
and ram sh+t up, stay punchin’ n+ggas dead in the mug
if it ain’t my blood, it must be yours staining the rug
this ain’t a game we playing, we bring the pain like (what)
yo, word up
[chorus: ja rule, cuban link]
murder+murder, who the h+ll hurt her?
the lyrical assassin blasting off with the burner
murder+murder, who the h+ll hurt her?
hands up, n+ggas face down, you know what it is
murder+murder, you’ll end up getting hurt up
you’ll be the one to turn up when they come and dig the dirt up
murder+murder, we k!lling sh+t, word up
b+tch+made n+ggas, rule and you reign us

[verse 2: ja rule]
growing up in the ghetto with that new york state of mind
i realized at nine my future was crime
hustlin’ dimes was a trademark, soon as the blunt spark
i inhale, exhale, took that and exhale daily routine
wake up, wash your ass, get cream, got that first ki
at my sl!ck sixteen, cold bricks and cash and sh+t
got gritty and read up with that counterfeit
and every round i spit, i throw it out in silence
my n.y. murderers, my l.a. riders ride with
ready to hustle, k!ll and die with me
all for the love, ice, hoes, and money
some murderous world we live in and that’s why
all the rules are reckless and
i wanna send love from the murderers
to the squad, r.i.p. pun to [?]
[chorus: ja rule, cuban link]
murder+murder, who the h+ll hurt her?
the lyrical assassin blasting off with the burner
murder+murder, who the h+ll hurt her?
hands up, n+ggas face down, you know what it is
murder+murder, you’ll end up getting hurt up
you’ll be the one to turn up when they come and dig the dirt up
murder+murder, we k!lling sh+t, word up
b+tch+made n+ggas, rule and you reign us
murder+murder, who the h+ll hurt her?
the lyrical assassin blasting off with the burner
murder+murder, who the h+ll hurt her?
hands up, n+ggas face down, you know what it is
murder+murder, you’ll end up getting hurt up
you’ll be the one to turn up when they come and dig the dirt up
murder+murder, we k!lling sh+t, word up
b+tch+made n+ggas, rule and you reign us

- cuban link lyrics

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