| Word to God
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| Yo yo yo
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| I neva liked cha’ll niggas
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| Word to God, and I neva will
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| 'Cuz y’all niggas is ass, y’all bitches
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| We different, y’all niggas ain’t like us
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| We different, word to God, we murderers
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| Y’all niggas is scared and unprepared for the war
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| We gon' kill *silence* and thats for sure
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| So fuck that, stack crack, bricks and flip
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| You bust yo' cap but yo' aim ain’t accurate
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| You’ll clap a bitch but won’t clap a click
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| Nigga my mack’ll spit and hit that ac' you with
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| We gon' talk about guns and y’all talk about cars
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| We gon' talk about murda when y’all talk about broads
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| When niggas spit and hit me if the lord ain’t with me
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| Ain’t none of y’all niggas is gonna come to hell and get me
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| Niggas? |
| geling? |
| with me know I’m going to foreva spit
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| 'Cuz I got cheddar to get, I’mma foul and ???
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| With two co-defenders, drive by, Tah, and I
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| Said the dead don’t die unless they fuck with Ja
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| If sellin crack is wrong, god forgive me for my sins
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| I bust my mack ten and them claps I’m spinnin' in
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| Chorus: Ja, Tah, and Black Child
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| We different, you can call us the Murdera’s
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| We different, you don’t wanna fuck with us
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| We different, how we see the souls through the eyes
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| Live for life, its murda for life nigga
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| We different, you can call us the Murdera’s
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| We different, you don’t wanna fuck with us
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| We different, how we see the souls through the eyes
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| Live for life, its murda for life nigga
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| My nigga silence is the code for killers, we let the chrome speak
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| And touch whoeva, 'cuz no niggas beyond reach
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| We the drum heat, y’all niggas will fall faster
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| Spitting like nine raptors, crush 'em like linebackers
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| Nigga, this shit is a joke? |
| You die and ??? |
| the laughter
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| And thats for, whoever intervene or stoppin the green in it
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| For the longevity, check the pedigree
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| So if I feel you ahead of me, tomorrow you’ll neva see
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| We murderers with money to get, honies to hit
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| ?Rugars? |
| and dummies to spit, leavin you mummy to stiff
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| I’m one that’ll flip, breakin the law chasin the raw
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| Beat you with the barrel of the gun, breakin ya jaw
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| Takin it all, fuck leavin the crumbs for niggas
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| Slum jones for niggas, now I strap up and come for niggas
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| And when I’m done with niggas they rest on they death bed
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| With the doctor pullin lead outta they head
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| I’ll die for the bread
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| I don’t really give a fuck about y’all niggas
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| I’ll sabotage with niggas, 'cuz niggas actin like bitches
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| Causing me to start shittin, I’m the Murderer
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| Who the fuck you thought you was?
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| Little man shut the fuck up, respect the boss
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| You gotta be kidding me, nigga you a kid to me
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| Suckin my dick when I was with the Click in nine-three
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| Get’cha own identidy, you fuckin dick ridah
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| A year ago, nigga you was a b-boy for lifah
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| Stay frontin, when all eyes on the Jeeps
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| The only nigga I see puching somethin is me
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| I should be sunnin' y’all niggas for y’all cut
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| Fuckin on y’all sluts, but cha’ll niggas ain’t worth that much
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| You should be glad I’m shittin and shed light to the fact
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| If you shit back then maybe y’all niggas might go plat
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| I’m the pinnacle of that, young, stressed, and black
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| Think it out with the mind with the heart, attack
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| In the soul I tend to get attached, these the things that
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| Make me different, undeniably gifted
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| Its scripted that I’mma kill 'em all from the heart
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| The world’s most dangerous, race against time, and march
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| Y’all niggas wanna start the war right now
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| I hit 'em up and tear 'em right to the ground
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| Its the Murdera’s, nigga you want it with us?
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| What the fucks up? |
| What the fucks up nigga? |