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uncle murda - slide my way lyrics

[intro: derez de’shon]
oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
go ahead and try slide my way, might f-ck around and die today, yeah
oh-oh, oh-oh
go ahead and slide my way, might f-ck around and die today, yeah, yeah

[chorus: derez de’shon]
go ahead and try slide my way (yeah), might f-ck around and die today (buck)
that big four-five my waist (ch-ch), i got mob ties my way (yeah)
daddy wan’ ride my way, i just wanna ride a wraith
a youngin hop out and spray, he f-ck around and die today, yeah

[post-chorus: derez de’shon]
they goin’ outside, they mine for sure, get your toe tagged then we clap some more
n-ggas cap, they just rap for sport, hit his ballcap if he cap some more
slide my way, he f-ck around and die today
that big four-five my waist, my youngin hop out and spray, yeah

[verse 1: uncle murda]
mask on face (yeah), fifty-shot mac on waist (bap)
it’s a episode of first 48, this the one where they can’t solve the case (ow)
i’m wiz khalifa with the strap, when i bang it’s black and yellow tape (haha)
don’t call me your bro, all that “gang-gang”, “you my n-gga” sh-t is fake
still get it from the mexicans for the low-low like chapo just escaped
i— i be in traffic by my dolo, movin’ in and out of state (ahh)
find a little quiet time then we tie it down, wasn’t into sellin’ weight
i was in the trap house then i bought a house, now i’m into real estate (woo)
started from the bottom, p-ssy elevators so i had to elevate (level up)
realize all the business and the homie sh-t is what i had to separate (ah)
go ‘head, try to line me, it’s r-i-p, my shooter ain’t gon’ hesitate (bang-bang)
2pac, hit ’em up, bullets pick him up, make his body levitate

[verse 2: que banz]
i’m tryna ghostride a wraith (skrrt), i ain’t got no time to play (none at all)
i ain’t slackin’ no time of day (never), big four-five on my waist (yuh)
n-gga play, it’s a first 48 (blaow), i’m in the hood with the apes (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
if i tell you i’m good, then i’m straight (straight), you can tell by the mug on my face (oh-oh)
spin your block, double-back, spin it again, yeah, uh (woah-oh)
hit your top, watch you drop, hit ’em again, yeah (woah-oh)
i’m prayin’ no kids there, you and your n-ggas ain’t playin’ fair (woah-oh)
prayin’ to god, askin’ the lord to forgive if i see him, yeah
yellow tape, white chalk, homicide, ayy
somebody die today, somebody mama done cried today
it’s sad, but that’s how it gotta be, eye for an eye, that’s the way it was taught to me
i can’t fathom the thought of somebody come out for me, reachin’ that strap, come up off of me

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