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Tragedy Khadafi
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Milk Murder (Tribute)
Yeah, yeah, I like that I like how you did that right there All my warriors come out man Yeah, it's Milk Murder is in the shit Bout to burn it down man, get the extinguisher Yo Mahdi I got it son (Let's go, let's go) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yo, all your tough talk gots to stop You'll learn when you lock the shop All niggas will pop your top for your rocks and watch Put you in the box to rot Or when the niggas blast you You betta stop and guap, yo my block is hot Live where nobody is fearing to coming to death Pop you in your mouth for mumbling none of your breath Got the streets down pack, I'm running down rats And my niggas down cats wit a hundred round Mac I catch you at a red light and cruise you After I shoot you I'mma put your Lex bubble in neutral And you roll down the street till you crash and die Drive thru the crime scene like I'm passing by Every mashing guy is like matching flies Made moves outta town now we passing pies And we all bang for the set, reach for that chain That hang from my neck, put your brains on the deck Soon as I step in the club demand the stage Niggas put down the mic, you ain't down to fight You sounding tight niggas I'll burge and fuck cracks I'm the swervendy, big Suburban truck cat You treat the rap game like death's involved Spit acid, I'll make your vest dissolved When I step outta my projects Beast Mode Heat disclosed heat seeker seeking fold If it's beef in the streets then I creep wit fold Got the dope on the block that'll reap your nose Push the purest powder, nicks n dimes Make it snow on the strip before Christmas time I'm the most wanted FED target Yo they see me in the stretch Denali chauffeured in the red carpet Mad cuz I made it, it's bad they hated Cross my path hit that ass niggas evaporated I know a few secrets and it's sad to say it Yo these rappers is faggots infatuated I did it the hard way and caked off 8 balls Locked the strip like New York State Laws Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Hate snake halls, despise fake niggas Up North a year in the box that'll break niggas You dudes neva seen this life, my team is shiest Bark real loud wit the meanest bite I'm the stickman; I stick willies when they shine Hitman put a Mack-millie to your spine You inch one move, I'm sending you to Heaven I'm the red bandana aging two-eleven Death is y'all go Murder not pursuing it Either respect me or either die not doing it Catch you in the crib while you're fucking a slut Then put 30 in your buck while you're busting a nut You don't want nuttin' wit us, it's Tomkins foreva Get a certified mud-hole stomped in your leather How you gon' stop me now? Milk Murder The gorgeous gangsta, papi down Crooked cops can't lock me now Oh you niggas forgot me when bitch suckaz watch me now You ain't betta then me so let's not bother Frankly I only feel S. Carter Niggas in red dots are headshot harbor Hundred yards away your head pop harder Bed-Stuy lock your turf, don't drop your skirt Just suck it to the top pop and swerve Hating niggas wishing I was locked and murked I'm about to rock the Earth and when I drop it hurts You hatahs can't stand the pain, can't stand the rain Understand I demand the reign Drop six is gon' be the cover of candy cane I'm OG you still bandana bane Catch Murder eating lobster on Bourbon Street Excursion hopped the curb, no words I'm brief I don't got a whole lot to say Why is that? Real recognize real 20 blocks away When you see me in the streets and I'm sliding by I just might let you get inside the ride And get brains till my mind is clear And after that my whole clique is on the line for theirs We gon' take turns on you Then put you on the strip make niggas flip the cake they earn on you I neva been afraid to chase after doe That's fo'sho collect after pass and go
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