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murder inc. records - meaner lyrics

[intro: black child]
uh+huh
yea
smack dvd
audio sh+t
street sh+t
it’s murda
still, uh+huh
for real
caddy
young merse
black child

[verse 1: black child & caddillac tah]

we used to hit the hills, nine milly’s get to clappin’
[?] holla at [?] and [?], nuttin’ said on cellys
take pictures to the telly

we spit fifths and really
twist ls in philly
now i’m in delaware gettin’ h+llen, h+lla yeah
black child is everywhere,
keep ya eyes open
look whеn you shoot, you could die in your coupe
n+gga we highеr than the roof (woof, woof)
let the dogs loose, the fofo awful
bit him on the neck and took his head right off him
d+mn, another dead man, get him a coffin
we been doin’ this ey’ since ipods was walkman’s (yeah) (uh+huh, uh+huh)
let the fifith get to sparkin’ (yeah)
[chorus: caddillac tah young merse]
we scheme and get that cream
[?] it up, break bread with the team (yeah)
n+ggas get hit up tryna lean or intervein (you know who the f+ck i am, n+gga)
i steam ya ’cause n+gga if you mean, we meaner (young merse), so
play with that paper stack, that ratchet blow (let’s go) (yeah)
we can give to ’em, n+ggas is askin’ fo (yeah)
that drama, llama, nina, lean ya, ’cause n+gga if you mean, we meaner

[verse 2: young merse]
[?] picture me runnin’, know that i’m gunnin’ ’till the clip cl!ck
bet a stack i hit ey’body out that b+tch
yeah, i rap but i still break quarters off bricks
you a rat, sn+tch a n+gga’s son, charge him ten mill to get him back
i be in the spot, hard white, cookin’ that crack
i’m a hustler, pov city n+gga that’s that
and i ain’t changing (yeah)
bullets still nameless (bom), and
honestly ya’ll n+ggas is nameless so duck when i’m aimin’ (bom, bom)
i can make you famous, you might not be on cover of the source but you be in the papers (papers)
maybe the daily news or new york post
n+ggas want beef, i’ll make sure it’s roast (yeah)
i ain’t the one to approach (no)
scr+p, i blow the logo outta your fitted cap
my n+ggas pop off, it’s been a fact so listen jack
my n+gga thirteen bangin’ that mac off
mossberg turn your cayenne truck to a drop porsche
n+gga (n+gga, n+gga)
[chorus: caddillac tah & black child]
we scheme and get that cream
[?] it up, break bread with the team
n+ggas get hit up tryna lean or intervein
i steam ya ’cause n+gga (uh+huh) if you mean, we meaner, so
play with that paper stack, that ratchet blow
we can give to ’em, n+ggas is askin’ fo
that drama, llama, nina, lean ya (yeah), ’cause n+gga if you mean (n+gga), we meaner

[verse 3: caddillac tah]
take a look at the bad guy
rippin’ the gat in the ‘lac and i’m burnin’ the sack and on the [?]
c+a+double d+y, n+gga, i let ’em fly
bullets’ll riddle and n+ggas’ll die so rock+a+bye+bye
maserati spinnin’ out right by
your main b+tch, she grinning and digging that guy tah, so why try?
n+gga get your melon split, hit you for the h+ll of it and ain’t no skin off my d+ck
i’m in my element, berretta clips spit like tabaco chewers, the mac or the ruger, the snub or the luger, the slugs go through ya
put your body through convulsions, mo money mo problems mo motherf+ckers dropped in the ocean
block is open but you can’t sell ’cause b+tch n+ggas get exposed like blu cantrell (b+tch ass n+ggas)
n+gga if you can’t tell, me and smack go back like four flights on the el dorado or semi clips (aaaaaaayo) full of hollows
n+gga

[chorus: caddillac tah & black child]
we scheme and get that cream
[?] it up, break bread with the team
n+ggas get hit up tryna lean or intervein
i steam ya ’cause n+gga (uh+huh) if you mean, we meaner, so
play with that paper stack, that ratchet blow
we can give to ’em, n+ggas is askin’ fo
that drama, llama, nina, lean ya, ’cause n+gga if you mean, we meaner
[outro: black child]
this is for the hood (for the hood)
n+ggas that could if they would in the hood, uh+huh
this is for my n+ggas that sling
and bang ay’ day in the hood if it’s good
this is for the hood (for the hood)
n+ggas that could if they would in the hood, uh+huh
this is for my n+ggas that sling
and bang ay’ day in the hood if it’s good

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