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11/5 - Blockstyle Murderah lyrics
[Taydatay] Stack chips like Don Trump Comin' wit the slump So original head bustas Makin' moves from the junk Mashin' niggas [???] We stay loaded, fully loaded Let the game be noted We only comin' wit the coldest, hold up In '99 we breakin' 'em off wit major heat Sweepin' the industry off they feet Hypnotize 'em wit the beats It's the most hated, America's most blunted See niggas come from the bottom Then we turn around and run it Comfront it, we got cha Hollow points in the chamber Releasin' the anger Fuckin' around get caught up in the caper People stoppin' my paper Ain't no time for no games I'm watchin' niggas catch the vapors While I'm doin' my thang I hit the back and I swang Niggas and bitches they be jockin' They wanna floss wit us Cuz they know we 'bout the lock and load We warmed up for the score 'Bout to hit 'em wit a little bit of hardcore [Chorus] x 2 Cuz in my lifetime I'd a done gang of shit Invloved wit 211's, 187's for the chills Another blockstyle murderah Another blockstyle murderah We 'bout to have it bitch [Hennessy] And since I was a itty bitty niggy on the corner I was a performer Now my music gets women through California Love to get up on it We disinigrate all opponents And represent niggas, windows tinted Till you can't [??] It's the O to the fuckin' A-K D to the A-L-D Fuck what the haters say, we paper chase So you can't tell me a muthafuckin' thang But the [?] We [?] too much blood gushers Cuz you ain't the one that run the hood We [?] from the goods Like they say, "Talk is |
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