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m.o.p. – bloody murdah lyrics

[intro x5]
i don’t give a f+ck where you from

[chorus x2]
murda, murda, murda
f+ckin’ with me you gon’ lose
murda, murda, murda
it’s gonna be murda
uh

[verse 1: lil’ fame]
and that goes for everybody fakin’ us down (uhuh)
this goes for everybody fakin’ us down (uhuh)
that goes for everybody fakin’ us down
f+ck you, you and you, her, him and him
what up, mister gangsta? (what up?)
what up, mister pranksta? (what up?)
what up, b+tch, it’s famesta
you jive+ass wannabe live+ass half+faked+ass grimy+ass slimy+ass caterpillar
this sh+t’s the realness (uh), game over
get your sh+t tight, sammy, you sound sosa
n+gga, i ain’t holdin’, i come to the rock
through all blocks to hold me down ’cause i’m rockin’ weird clothing (hahahahaha)
b+tch, this m.o.p.’s, f+ck all o’ you n+ggas
fizzy+fizzy+fizzy’s b+lls is the biggest
playa og okey dokey, i blow and cap peelin’ your house
while yo’ family playin’, karaoke
i’m a gеt down n+gga, sip brown liquor
hennessy straight, make thе kids sound sl!cker
don’t have me call the first family up to brawl
’cause we love war, we the definition of
[chorus x2]

[verse 2: billy danze]
uh, uh, ayo, we still get ’em charged, ain’t nothin’ changed
we do our thang, for n+ggas that bang in the yard
let’s get it poppin’
that’s wassup, n+gga
and your crew is broad and you can get these nuts, n+gga
we play hard
yes, yes y’all, we back to bless y’all
we do it with finesse y’all, with the proud of brownsville on our chest y’all
who the best y’all?
n+ggas, know better, quick to squeeze on ’em, put b’s on ’em
and poke holes in your leather (hehehehe)
street dweller, neighborhood goodfella, trendsetter
real steel hittas with vendettas
[murda, murda
it’s gonna be murda]
n0boody’s in charge (n0body runnin’!)
know it may be new to you but we already done it
i sit back and watch you dumb son of a b+tches
make asses out yourselves to struggle for these riches (hehe)
you place your integrity, you place your marijuana
stab your homies in the back
and sacrifice honor (aha!)
[murda, murda
it’s gonna be murda]
[chorus x2]

[outro x2: lil’ fame]
that goes for everybody fakin’ us down (uhuh)
this goes for everybody fakin’ us down (uhuh)
that goes for everybody fakin’ us down
f+ck you, you and you, her, him and him

i don’t give a f+ck where you from [x6]

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