Bizzy Bone Murdah lyrics

Bizzy Bone Murdah lyrics

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Bizzy Bone Murdah lyrics

Send "Bizzy Bone Murdah" Ringtone to your Cell Murdah is out of control/ Murdah just let it blow (It blow)/ Word up if you bucked a mothafucka down for taken ya dough (Taken ya dough...) nigga -Bizzy Bone- Know this liquor prolly killin my liver/ The villian is still in effect/ And I buck this motherfucker down, live and direct/ Hey, what I`ma chastise my momma? Demand the respect, get up and strategize bitches cryin like they never wept/ Slept in the gutter with no tech, I`m still in the dungeon/ Bitch I never left, pass that sticky icky ganja/ Creep on ah come up, I crept and I came/ Respect the dead game, remember ta let ya nuts hang, often, matter of fact I`ma do mine all day/ I don`t sniff coke, I like to make money/ Put the fiends in the room, who`s hungry? Cut from the cloth they cut me black cherry weed/ Cherokee Indians based in Cleveland, thuggin and thievin till I`m the last one breathin/ Only one believin is that Seventh Sign Saga/ Fresh and remodeled, plush like Ramada now, holy like Ramadan, a momma`s smile/ Capo, my nigga what/ Nigga execution always my guns is crippin cuz, P.B.D. posse/ I roll with Rasu, Nina Ross, and Skails, Rhythm and Ghetto, Rosiah, 7th Sign murda em all, yep... And like little Capo-Confuscious say `Nigga I`ll kill for you.` -Chorus - -Prince Rasu- We can`t get fucked, baby, take precaution fo` sho`/ They say that nigga Gotti quiet , better fire of a Calico/ Bastard, I`m a animal/ My guradians was avenues/ My Lord be my shepherd, but I swarms for collatoral/ Who can I trust? Where can I turn? When will it all end? I`m suited up in Timberland boots, Regime marchin` God damnit I`m a grown man, time to take my own stand/ Fuck the federations, my heart is racin` like grown mens/ Fucked with the anger built up from years of stress, killers and haters surround me daily, no fears of death/ I hear the breaths of angels and demons fightin` over my soul/ Lord, just give me the path through this bloodbath and it`s on, Lord/ Roll all haters, out my zone when it`s goin` down/ Ride with the 7th Sign/ Violate, we gone clown/ Four pounds be safe in the streets of the showdown/ Love to Gambino, you the chief, dog/ Chi-town youngsta -Chorus- -Josiah Rasu- Cock back and blast, knockin sparks up out they ass/ Makin marks come off that cast, nigga you know what it is, think I`m serious/ Then heart attack, missles aimed straight at where the fuck your heart is at/ Fix cement or get hit, how hard is that, to comprehend, I`m tryin to be gone before them souljahs come marchin in/ You blue suit wearin faggets with badges`ll get the flux, I don`t give a fuck who you are we can send this motherfucker up/ Crucifixion come quickly come and get me Mister Reeper/ I ain`t scared to die/ I`m all like more than willin, the more the real the more that feel it, so I`ma stay real until my heart stop/ My reflection with hoes, the essence of the hard-knock life/ I am the light, and if you miss us then u misses haven`t heard of murder/ Then you don`t know of pain, my veins bleed the same blood of the motherfuckers who murdered my momma so I`m a natural born killa/ Than I, there was no cap peelas -Chorus - -H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious- Me and my Comptons` monster mashin` mobsters/ Analyzin` we done plottin`/ Plans in progress; Rap game held hostage/ Ransom, trillion dollars/ Low tolerence/ Suspect; Armed and dangerous, violent tendency`s/ The industry stick up, Kingpin Capo Regime/ Bend on your knees, duck tape and tied down, follow my lead or everyone shot, bleed/ Squeeze round after round, empty shells hit ots the ground/ Told you we ain`t fuckin` around/ Strictly about our business on some gangsta shit, no bank account/ Money talks, greedy hogs walk the plank/ Negotiatin` our way, uh, forget the deal/ Your record labels` sorry but your phony ass superstars carbon copied, indistiguished, no identity/ Raise up off these N-U-T`s, cock suckin` nigga, please/ We ain`t dealin` with no Jerry Hellers, hell no/ Call us the money makers, pullin` capers/ Baby momma need that paper/ Get up off your ass, can`t be no couch potato/ Only gets greater later/ Better believe in playa haters, see Send "Bizzy Bone Murdah" Ringtone to your Cell Bizzy Bone Murdah lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Bizzy Bone Murdah lyrics @ ELyrics | Bizzy Bone Murdah lyrics @ Kovideo | Bizzy Bone Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Bizzy Bone Murdah lyrics @ Songlyrics | Bizzy Bone Murdah lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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