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ransom - murdah muzik lyrics

(verse)
we like a platoon, i be with some wild wild boys
in the saloon killin like the wild cowboys
bow down boys, you need to eat, chow down boys
and get hit with the pound soundboard
f-ck a shot, i don’t f-ck with cops n-gg-, i’m like al capone
once they release you they gon eat you outta house and home
cop that, leanin off the chrome
you been a hater, dump you in incinerators, never found yo bones
now we got the c-ke back bouncing
we cocaine cowboys, we brokeback mountain
flow like a fountain, throw one a thousand
900 stacks, that’s racks, you in housing
we tryna get real estate
do the right thing, left it right wing in the real estate
i feel the hate as i feel the buzz
build a buzz sorta like the high that you feel from drugs
and i don’t need rehab
i could play with the rock, this sh-t off like steve nash
medicinal though, got the weed p-ss
everything the flow, i can see cash
money, everybody gully
full clip in my wall reach with the skully
snug fit on my thug sh-t
got that 38 with the snow tip
i ain’t stressin please, he stressed at these
powder every day, are like zed believes
why you all attending?
‘cus my pockets got a ball jamming?
i’m in the hood and i indulge in it
authentic, yall fabricated
the whips all tinted, just a mascaraed that i had to say
‘cus now i’m getting aggravated
i’m mad they hated, they never congratulated

(verse)
n-gg-s mad, they don’t how grat-tude
walk in these rapper shoes
i ain’t gotta respect these n-gg-s who paid half the dues
i can scream out names but then what that approve?
jerry h-ller, these fat n-gg-s who got an att-tude
this all coast, pull strings like a tar nose
turn a live n-gg- into compost
there ain’t no convos ‘cus eulogy is coming to in 3’s
through the greeze you can freeze in the coolest breeze
think you should leave, n-gg-s ain’t so into yo bars
cus n-gg-s pointin fingers like i’m sending you home
there’s a live band playing, gun in the guitar case
scarface, shootout speeding while in a car chase
both the gav n-gg-s on park place
raw apes, look at the look at nicki minaj’ face
look at these phony n-gg-s you call great
i lost faith between shootouts, killings and court dates
i’m br-ss, what can i say?
filthiest n-gg- in the church like can i pray?
grimiest n-gg- on the bench like can i play?
and leave these incognito n-gg-s mia ah
people that judge us, i bet they suffer twice
drop the me’s, n-gg- look up to christ
you ain’t gotta believe, n-gg- i’m f-ckin nice
me and hitch best two men never to clutch a mic

- ransom lyrics

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