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mobb deep - murdera lyrics

[intro]
we know how that song go…
this one called, the murdera

[pre-verse: havoc]
uh, yeah
uh huh, uh
die, n-gga, die
die, n-gga

[verse 1: havoc]
look into my crystal ball, i see murder for y’all
first things first, order a he-rs- for y’all
first n-gga open his mouth first to fall
watch who you talkin’ to, n-gga, first of all
my gang don’t get along, we arrogant
take a while for you to -ssess what the damage is
give a f-ck pop where them cameras is
new york sh-t under new management
blessin’ in disguise, black mask and black gloves
forecasts; grey skies, tears of a black dove
i can change your life, i just need you to act up
yeah, that’s karma, we don’t believe in no bad luck
he without sin cast the first stone
good in any hood i blend like a earth tone
i murk microphones, it’s a homicide
as i watch the soul from your body rise

[verse 2: prodigy]
i’m out for gunshots to represent me
do it for the principle and do this sh-t for free
you scared motherf-cker? you stay away from me
you snitch motherf-cker? you supposed to be a g
the chickens and the rats and the snakes all cl!ck
they can’t come outside no more, i’m on my sh-t
i’m talkin’ right now, you talkin’ back then
yeah, it’s a new day, wake up and get a whiff, can you smell it?
that’s a b-tch n-gga flesh burnin’
i put p-ssy holes all over your back
you run from the tec squirtin’
oh, suddenly these n-ggas is feelin’ me
and all that blood loss got ’em catchin’ epiphanies
young fly rap n-gga and i brapp n-ggas
i understand why you upset i’m that n-gga (ugh)
shootin’ star, i’m a gun totin’ celeb
i wield pistoles, put ’em in wheelchairs
f-ck a peace treaty, they tried to o.d. on me
but now you want me to chill and call police on me
i’m outside of the law, above the system
i p-ss on the courtroom floor, i don’t give f-cks

[verse 3: prodigy]
yeah, r-i-p for those try to go against we (rest in peace)
we the m-o-b-b, make you swallow all your t–th (you take that)
and f-ck the police, we new york’s finest
top shelf gangsta sh-t, yeah, we the grimiest
you send me up the river? i send you up the river styx
b-tchy -ss n-gga, you bleed infamous
come again

[hook: havoc]
pop, pop, pop, murder, murder, k!ll, k!ll
do it for the money or we do it for the thrill
hustlin’ the goal ’til my nose run and spill
blood on the streets, i’m ’bout that dolla dolla bill
pop, pop, pop, murder, murder, k!ll, k!ll
do it for the money or we do it for the thrill
hustlin’ the goal ’til my nose run and spill
blood on the streets, i’m ’bout that dolla dolla bill

[outro]
this one called the murdera

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