dj op - murda barz lyrics
tell ’em that i’m riding again
shoot a n-gg-‘s cars,
don’t make me hit the hydrant again
everyday i wake up, it’s like
i’m live on the sand smoke
hayz and bubbling paper, swallowing gin
everywhere i go, dirty n-gg- follow me in
i’m back in the truck, i’m yapping the cup
drunk enough to f-ck around and shoot the p-ssenger up
couple of n-gg-s follow on bikes,
they hollow the pipes, they slide off
i put your brain fiest, swallow the knife
i say lil’ n-gg-, play your position,
i ain’t gonna book you, your momma would
when i’mma come through the kitchen
and you know you are nearer to don op
i’m nailing the bricks
day deal, i got the deal with the concrete
need a connector in long beach
a shooter in new york
i need good weed within arm reach
know that they act like they ride y’all
whenever it’s my call
tell on n-gg-s, they shot out their eyeb-lls
gotta stay true to the reaper, these n-gg-s is ants
i’ma blast like the studio flickers
i preserve dope from the federal reserve
ask a ghost, man, you deserve host
two guns up, it’s the three guns up
i say die for my n-gg-s is the four word oath
rather dying d-block, n-gg-, i do that too
got tens in the p.m. in brooklyn
lookin’ for some dominican n-gg-s, they be cookin’
i pushing through these barrels followed
by two camaros, mac90 beside me,
with the airwholes
grinding b-tches on the tape too
don’t wet clothes
set a n-gg- up just to get something up in their nose
all my n-gg-s sell o’s and roll cygarellos
rich country n-gg-s with some ash elbows
dropped a hundred bricks with some cakeds and some chateaus
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