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mvp (memphis) - 187 wayz to die lyrics

[chorus: chozen]
one (die, motherf+cker, die, motherf+cker, murder, die)
hundred and eighty+seven ways to die
(murder, motherf+cker, murder, motherf+cker, why?)
one (die, motherf+cker, die, motherf+cker, murder, die)
hundred and eighty+seven ways to die
(murder, motherf+cker, murder, motherf+cker, why?)
one (die, motherf+cker, die, motherf+cker, murder, die)
hundred and eighty+seven ways to die
(die, motherf+cker, die, motherf+cker, die)

[verse 1: chozen]
it’s gonna be a f+ckin’ nightmare on elm street
the massacre, faces of death is all that’s left after i blast ya
many [?] of pain [?] pull
a murder, 187, and i did it, demand it, see
and i don’t really wanna hurt n0body, g
but them voices in my head keep callin’ me
i guess the only way that i can make ’em stop
is squeeze the trigger on my .44, don’t stop
and i’m down to put a slug in a n+gga
try to stay above a n+gga ’cause i ain’t got no love, n+gga
’cause if i gotta k!ll, i’ma k!ll
every rapper on the scene to let these motherf+ckers know i’m real

[chorus: chozen]
one hundred and eighty+seven ways to die
one hundred and eighty+seven ways to die
one hundred and eighty+seven ways to die
one hundred and eighty+seven ways to die
[verse 2: chozen]
back at your ass for the nine+quad, oh my god
i rips apart, stupid ass b+tches with no heart
so, light the swisher, let me kick sh+t, rip sh+t
and let you know i ain’t to be f+cked with
i smoke the swishers ’cause the indo smoke relieves my stress
murder and thoughts of puttin’ a hole in your f+ckin’ chest
god bless the man who walks my path
when the sky turns black, the massacre is a bloodbath
i smacked the ho ’cause the b+tch was short fifty cents
off to the river but they’ll never find no evidence
they say i did it, but do it look like i give a f+ck?
i’m yellin’, “die, motherf+cker” with my moss+pump
so, say h+llo to my little friend
mvp got a nine, and money+rip got a mac+10
and we on a mission, true
’cause love don’t live here, and i ain’t scared to shoot
i pull the trigger, let these caps peel
let these n+ggas feel the sensation of hot steel
’cause ain’t no comin’ back, mane
and you ain’t sh+t with a hole in your f+ckin’ brain
get her, then i [?]
i gots to play the postman, drop it off and make mail
h+ll bouncin’, check the sound that i kick, have a sip of my brew
chill with my crew, and you’ll see
that reality and life are not the same
so, peep game
[chorus: chozen]
one (die, motherf+cker, die, murder, motherf+cker, die)
hundred and eighty+seven ways to die
(die, motherf+cker, die, murder, motherf+cker, die)
one (die, motherf+cker, die, murder, motherf+cker, die)
hundred and eighty+seven ways to die
(die, motherf+cker, die, murder, motherf+cker, murder)
one (die, motherf+cker, die, murder, motherf+cker, die)
hundred and eighty+seven ways to die
(die, motherf+cker, die, murder, motherf+cker, murder)
one (die, motherf+cker, die, murder, motherf+cker, die)
hundred and eighty+seven ways to die
(die, motherf+cker, die, motherf+cker, die)

[verse 3: chozen]
in this dimension, chozen’s the tormentor
let your mind travel as i unravel the mystery
k!ll my f+ckin’ enemy, ’cause you
n+ggas never been a f+ckin’ friend of me
mama raised a mack, daddy couldn’t hack it
“son, you’re gonna go”
packed up my sh+t, now i’m out the door
oh, what shall i do? where shall i go?
on a street mission with my forty+four
why do i do sh+t like that?
n+ggas show me no love, so, i show no love back
strapped with my gat as i bust
on a bystander, then i demand the money
you can learn a lot from a dummie
buckle up my safety, a lotta n+ggas hate me
but that’s alright+ah, ’cause i’m a rider
pass me the spliff, shoot to get when i ignite the
four in my hand, now, who’s the f+ckin’ man?
it’s survival of the fittest, but these n+ggas don’t understand that
i got so much trouble on my mind
and my mind’s on cloud nine
so, step into my cypher, experience the real
anything is possible, so, do what you feel
deal, a lotta n+ggas fail to see
that the sh+t that i kick is so motherf+ckin’ real to me
[chorus: chozen]
one (die, motherf+cker, die, motherf+cker, murder, die)
hundred and eighty+seven ways to die
(die, motherf+cker, die, murder, motherf+cker, die)
one (die, motherf+cker, die, motherf+cker, murder, die)
hundred and eighty+seven ways to die
(die, motherf+cker, die, murder, motherf+cker, murder)
one (die, motherf+cker, die, motherf+cker, murder, die)
hundred and eighty+seven ways to die
(die, motherf+cker, die, murder, motherf+cker, murder)
one (die, motherf+cker, die, motherf+cker, murder, die)
hundred and eighty+seven ways to die
(die, motherf+cker, die, motherf+cker, die)
(murder, motherf+cker, murder, motherf+cker, why?)
(die, motherf+cker, die, motherf+cker, die)
(murder, motherf+cker, murder, motherf+cker, why?)
(die, motherf+cker, die, motherf+cker, die)

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