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dmg - prelude to a murdah lyrics

[intro]
+god d+mn, what’s wrong with this motherf+cka?
+piece of sh+t
+h+ll yeah there go my mothaf+cka dawg
i know about this mothaf+cka joe
i’m tellin’ ya dawg
this mothaf+ck… ooh
ooh “here it comes mothaf+cka dyin hard”
ooh n+gga that’s face’s
ooh joe that sh+t is jammin’ dawg
you gotta hook me up one of them tracks boy
h+ll yeah
h+ll yeah
god d+mn “rollin’ ten deep and shove this shoe up in yo sh+t”
hoo hoo
your sh+t just could be as fat as that
h+ll yeah! sh+t…
d+mn man
pass me the joint n+gga! huh?
pass me the joint! n+gga here!
sh+t, n+gga, you got, you got that swisher
h+ll yeah ah ait, here you go, d+mn
d+mn joe, look at these mof+ckas behind us dawg
ooh look at that b+tch
n+gga f+ck that b+tch they fin’ to shoot
they fin’ to shoot n+gga i got ’em i got ’em
[verse 1: dmg]
the sound as his gunshots blast wake me up through the night wait
d+mn fool i think these n+ggas came to retaliate
yo, ’cause just the other night i let gats pop
and now i guess they comin’ for revenge with they gats c+cked
huh, until i’m in the midst of a mental daze
with thoughts of the evil i commited back in my younger days
like pullin’ jacks and f+ckin’ n+ggas up
for the moments i experienced doin’ sh+t now what the mothaf+ck
sometimes i feel alone ’cause i know what n+gga’s wanna do
and now i’m feelin’ deep i’ma run up on it
dig it? so then i grab my glock and my glock clips
with sixteen shots i think i’m ready for this f+ck sh+t
pull back my curtain, makin’ certain everything look cool
put out my lights then made a dash for the black coupe
huh but still i felt a murda comin’ turn the key in my ignition
then i was off like off then runnin’
but then they came i hit the lights
’cause all i keep seein’ is mothaf+ckas lookin’ funny
and wearin’ sh+t alike
i feel they on my ass mate
so i’ma show these mothaf+ckas not to take a n+gga fast mate
never good at runnin’ blocks, so i walk wit’ a limp
not a pimp, not a simp, but that gangsta sh+t
and now the moment has come for me to let it go
mass murda by reason of some n+ggas and blooded ho’s
big jeep cut ’em off at the stop light
blood squirtin’ like big chief they took the n+ggas life
i heard him screamin’ like a b+tch and that sounds quite nice
because i swear this mothaf+cka need his ass kicked
you beat him down and that’s great, cool
i’m tired of these mothaf+ckin’ n+ggas stroll in my hood like they own it fool
i’m squashin’ n+ggas like a hamburger
d+m to the mothaf+ckin’ g and this a prelude to a murda
[interlude]
yeah, n+gga that’s some real mothaf+ckin’ sh+t
ay cozy k from the o+a+k, won’t you bust some sh+t for me n+gga?

[verse 2: cozy k]
late nights on the spot is where a n+gga hang
done got my sh+t out ’cause i’m ready for some instant bang
dead mothaf+ckas try to flex and play a n+gga out
try to f+ck me, try to ride on a n+ggas house
but i’m straight, mailtight, layin’ in the f+ckin’ cut
nine millimeter pointin’ at these n+ggas guts
ready for the fonk, while these n+ggas slippin’ and slidin’
sippin’ on the gin, waitin’ for the right timin’
they shouldn’t of never ever crossed a n+gga like the coz
i thought they knew that cozy k would fold a f+ckin’ ho
they straight took it and they thinkin’ that the sh+t is squashed
it ain’t over until them mothaf+ckas washed
i feel an itchy for the trigger, tonight is the night
i got my buzz on but my plan is still tight
creepin’ low in the dark with my pistoleum
got it c+cked, now it’s time for the big score on’um
it’s like a dream i popped up and told ’em break yourselves
i want yo’ cash before i take yo’ ass off the shelf
duck in they pockets got the paper then buck, buck
twice in they skull now that’s two n+ggas straight struck
bounced in the chev’ and i’m squattin’ off through the oaktown
ditchin’ all the feds can’t afford a f+ckin’ shake down
so i went to the house befo’ i got further
cozy k done f+cked them n+ggas in a prelude to a murder
[outro]
yeah n+gga that’s some real mothaf+ckin’ sh+t you know what i’m sayin?
that’s some real mothaf+ckin’ sh+t
no witnesses, no mothaf+ckin’ crime
prelude to a murder

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