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uncle murda - the ruler's back lyrics

f-ck talkin’ ’bout substance it don’t mean nothin’
they don’t listen they ain’t buyin’ so poison the public
don’t tell about jail, dont tell ’em it’s whack
don’t tell ’em they bendin’ over and showin’ they crack
don’t tell ’em they makin’ laws targetin’ blacks
like two bricks is the same as a fifty in crack
[?] judges and lawyers
they don’t need no evidence that’s the government for you
so cop that car, n-gga buy out the bar
get white boy wasted you a rockstar
keep lookin’ for love inside of the club
sayin free my n-gga, you ain’t even send him a dub
but you just blew ten in twenties and tens
keep f-ckin’ with them n-ggas who gon tell on you when
the feds come through and sweep up the block
leave that b-tch who say she ridin’ with you knowin’ she not
keep rappin bout money knowin’ you [?]
f-ck investin’ in tomorrow and f-ck buyin’ a stock
blow money on b-tches that’s gon leave when you’re broke
out in vegas hit the strip up with strippers and c0ke
n-gga ball until you fall and f-ck stackin’ a stash
for a rainy day and go make it rain on some -ss
f-ck buyin a house go get that drop [?]
have a baby by that b-tch that gave the whole block head
shoot ’em [?] get a little street cred
f-ck the feds, come home n-gga get more bread
if you a real n-gga go do what i said
be real dumb and end up real dead

- uncle murda lyrics

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