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murderers - the theme from street sweeper lyrics

[tah murdah]
yeah, what
it’s murda, uh
oh y’all n-gg-z act like y’all still don’t know
yeah, there’s only one way to find out n-gg-
it’s catch one
murda, murda man
ronnie b-mps, vita
ja rule, black child
o1 n-gg-

[tah murdah]
yo
we apply the pressure, and plus like
like jigga and big i love the dough
for the chips, guns’ll blow at the one that owe
n-gg- me and my murderers, one in the same
if you a playa then i run in the game and put one in ya brain
where ever the dough be, n-gg- show me
god be shootin hard like kobe, y’all n-gg-z know me
for that green paper with white men
strickin like lightning, trifflin
most of my live’s been heistin
precise when i follow the treasure map
never lack, forever stack, ac-mulate cheddar millions in benefact
it involves not yo, let the glock blow
hit em and split em and watch em dro slow
trying to stop or block though
a half a brick from flock-o
have me gettin that rubberband at knott though
gettin head on yachts though
i supply the row, while i fly in the
four-dot-six while the witch at top split
when the glock spit, y’all n-gg-z better hit the deck
or grasp on your jugular when i hit your neck
started from ground zero now i’m up at the top
and mamis be squintin on blocks when i pimp in the drop
son i been through a lot
and still going through sh-t
and i ain’t stoppin till there’s thirty or more on my wrist
you feel this, you feel this
it’s murda sh-t n-gg-
the motherf-ckin realest

[ronnie b-mps]
yeah, uh huh
word up
n-gg-z let us out the motherf-ckin cage
the motherf-ckin murderers
ronnie b-mps
y’all tryin to ban murda
that sh-t ain’t goin down like that
we in the motherf-ckin streets
we gonna eat n-gg-
either the hard way or the raw way
huh, what, it’s murda
it’s murda n-gg-

[ronnie b-mps]
motherf-cker, i’m twenty eight grand from weedin up
my gun bust, i’m callin for help and i can’t get up
it’s the l-st, back in the hood tellin lies again
f-ck your squad, we n-gg-z who’ll murder your men
life ain’t hard, you get what the f-ck you put in
spit at cars, do drive-bys in drop tops we in
i like shine, cuz yours is mine and i’ma take it
it’s murda, ronnie b-mps had to hustle to make it
we bust n-gg-z, and hold our guns up high
and my gun that i touch, til the day that i die
ride with me, do drive-bys with me
flip for me, empty the whole clip for me
lean on em, make sure you hit em where they stay
it’s gangsta, we don’t give a f-ck were you stay
gotta kill you know, should’ve killed you back then
sh-t happens, it’s murda, clap the captain motherf-cker

[ja rule]
yo
what the f-ck, is going on
b-tch -ss n-gg-z
tryin to ban the best sh-t that ever motherf-ckin happen to rap
y’all n-gg-z hear me
it’s murda
got my n-gg- black locked the f-ck up
f-ck y’all n-gg-z

[ja rule]
n-gg-z know
the rule pops bottles, gets drunk, and spits hollows
in a five-double-o, wrist fros, and f-cks models
the platinum problem n-gg-z dying to rid of
what happened to the lid of, from murderous n-gg-z
it’s either you with us or amongst them
n-gg-z that get punctured, and dumped and drowned or something
it’s all for nothing
if you can’t see and can’t hear
and ain’t heard of murda

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