[Tah Murdah]
Yea
We about money and murda
The fuck y'all want to do
Either pass that paper
Or we gonna have to kill you
It's like that nigga
Don't question why
Cuz when it's murda motherfucker
Everybody gotta die
Die motherfucker die
Die motherfucker die
Die motherfucker die
Die motherfucker die
[Tah Murdah]
Money ain't never been nothing
I hit the block if this shit get ugly
And it ain't never been in my heart to let niggas thug me
Hit the dealer and cop a drop if the eyes is buggy
And pull up in front of the spot cause the mommies love me
(It's gangsta) yeah and ain't no nigga gone match me
Stocky, chubby nigga voice real raspy
I see you real flashy "but that ain't gone last nigga"
Pop fire off shots "and that's your ass nigga"
It's war now that's why I keep the four with long nozzle
Six-hundred bad bitch on it holding down the throttle
And fuck that beef shit cause some beef won't die
And some niggas will say they gangsta but they won't ride
And while it's hard for you to decide I'll let it fly
Forty shots hit your ride up hit the tropics and hide up
Under palm tree's to white sand
Everything is a price man
world
white
while
where
wanna
voice
violence
under
truth
together
tired
throttle
wrong
talents
stripped
stolen
stocky
squeeze
fucking
front
offenders
floated
first
motherfucker
every
everything
motherfuckers
eight
could
crossroads
gonna
these
lines
price
raspy
concludes
issue
closure
chubby
ground
block
killed
music
cracks
should
erratic
black
about
parole
begin
another
again
average
child
either
sounds
addict
flesh
decide
forty
nozzle
slide
island
above
warning
everybody
shine
dealer
ghetto
money
chorus
marriage
warming
carats
holding
bring
buggy
bullets
piping
blacks
bricks
gangsta
feels
clowns
niggas
pound
gotta
heart
match
rules
flashy
bitch
hills
murda
snipe
hundred
inglewood
silent
mommies
never
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