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uncle murda - statute of limitation lyrics

[intro: uncle murda]
oh yeah this the lanny grant story n-gg-
oh if you a real n-gg- you need to roll up some’ to this n-gg-
drink some hennessey n-gg-
see one of your man just locked up somebody n-gg-
are we on real n-gg- time n-gg- ?
(whoa)

[hook: uncle murda]
we done k!lled a few lives n-gg-s
a whole bunch of lame n-gg-s
if it wasn’t for that statute of limitation not sayin’ them n-gg-s names n-gg-
my n-gg-s act you crazy (i know)
you talkin’ real crazy
don’t let that rap sh-t go to your head
that throw yo’ black -ss right in the feds

[verse 1: uncle murda]
f-ck them n-gg-s be k!lled they supposed to be dead (f-ck ’em)
it was them or us, so we them in the head
f-ck being broke, we supposed to get bread
you know what i do, if i get caught imma go [?]
you think i give a f-ck about theese rap n-gg-?
being mad ’cause i dissed ’em on a track n-gg-
from where i see, from [?]
don’t call me to get [?]
[?]
we ain’t doin’it here how meech was doin’ it, but we doin’ it
we don’t pull out guns unless we shootin’ it (bang bang)
shoot to k!ll no place it, broke [?] don’t spray right when we spray sh-t
kids outside, [?]
only [?]

[verse 2: 50 cent]
n-gg-s said they with this sh-t, don’t know what this sh-t about
dope boy in a drought never go a different route
like them gold fronts n-gg-, spit ’em out
you gon’ make me hit you right here in this waffle house
fear is a option, danger is real
go ahead, play tough guy and get your -ss k!lled
n-gg-s who’s talking ’bout bubu sayin my man drop [?]
the party was jumpin’ when i pop them
next day n-gg-s was talkin’ with a different tone (sh-t)
why n-gg-s ain’t telling i get my name known
f-ck you thought when a n-gg- got a bone to pick
hit ya with that hollowtip, better corner cheap
i’m a hustler my n-gg-, i get to the bread
i don’t know none ’bout no n-gg- been shot in the head
n-gg-s sayin’ i hit him,that’s not what i did
do me a solid
say that if you talk to the feds

[verse 3: uncle murda]
god don’t care ’bout them n-gg-s be k!ll, they h-ll n-gg-
but police want put us in the jail n-gg-
mad can’t n-body, won’t tell n-gg- no weaknesses no fingerprints on the cells n-gg- (haha)
so they lock us up with no pale n-gg-
[?]
my man like the f-ck is we doin’, in the studio writin’ song about n-gg-s been shootin’
can’t make the [?] three in the morning [?]
my man stopped my engenieer from recordin’ me
f-ck what they think they know, they can’t prove sh-t
[?]
i know he right, but i don’t want to hear him
i’m spittin’ in police face and i’m hopin’ they’re hearin
black lives matter, i’ve done took that n-gg-
before i said a n-gg- name bring the hook back n-gg-

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