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murs - i did it like that lyrics

[intro]
uhh
ha+ha! yes! (what? no) ho+ho
okay, alright (shut up)
huh, huh

[verse 1]
let’s get down to brass tacks, and the rare+ass facts
i pimp my style and strut my soul, over rare+ass tracks
and like to tear ass, whack mc’s a new +tihs+
and never been soft, p+ssy
stood a pick of the litter, dealin’ one hitter quitters
from a 1+4+5 frame, m+u+r+s
fans scream my name
fly game is what i spit since the beginning
since the flow is never ending
it will ever be transcending these mcs out their [?]
sentences of senselessness
you listen to my sh+t (huh), then listen to theirs (uh+huh)
now you tell me what the difference is, i know my sh+t is tighter
’cause this pen that i’m pitchin’ is where my picture is
i write for detention kids and weight+work teens
’cause i know what it means to be goin’ through the struggle
everybody knock your hustle, still you know you gotta bubble
look, my moms said i couldn’t, but now i make her proud
’cause the proof is in the putting my name on the maps
i watch her sit back and smile, and she be sayin’ my raps
now i kick back and smile when she be sayin’ my raps, it’s like that
[chorus]

[verse 2]
overjoyed with hallelujah when i write and give it to ya
not tight, then i’ma boo ya
bitin’ tongue is for the losers from a crew of tape hustlin’
stage rushin’ motherf+ckers, perform before us? (hahaha)
we’re gonna have to crush ya
everybody know the slogan: “holdin’ hogan legend status”
when it comes to live rap entertainment we the baddest
workin’ out on these mics like a nordic apparatus
if you wanna have at us, say you prayers and eat your flintstones
my rhymes weigh a ton, known to crack thin bones
so hide out for safety in your own endzone (huh)
speakin’ of which, let’s get two points straight
number one: shut up!
number two:
murs rules the universe, the earth is just a paperweight
about to take a break now that i got my paper straight
hit up arizona, and i can’t wait to skate
i mean i love my neighbourhood, but hate the state
of mind n+ggas in (uh+huh), that populate the place
find us where the baddest b+tches and we can’t get it straight
i just can’t relate
when n+ggas rather fight than throw some p+ssy on their face
[chorus]

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