Murderah
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Muderah, murderah. Daren. Murderah, murderah (Hahah).
Enemies, please, I keep my chest out, believe me/ Seven hundred lawyers, and they all actin’ greedy, money-hungry/ Strugglin’ while thuggin’ it, my baby mama complains i’m too vain, the cigarettes detained, enemies feel the pain/ Itchy figguhz, while niggas stay snitched out then bitches, inches from havin’ pussies/ Papa whooped us with switches, picture that/ How silly I’m happy, daddy just don’t understand/ I’m back on the block with my chucks in my land/ And, explored my sexuality when all the chickens was virgins/ (Now) we bailin’ in Excursions, muderin’, then burnin’ up Suburbans/ In my community we watch fights, but it really don’t bother me/ Sodemized by poverty/ Cause no one's thinkin’ ‘bout our babies/ No one’s thinkin’ ‘bout our babies
Trained murderah, murderah
Heavily in this drug thang, and if they can stop Saddam from selling missiles, how are we saturated with pistols?/ They done legalized and taxed it with shame, and mark my words, they doin’ the same thing with cocaine and herb!/ How do we elevate in the world? Jesus, plant the seeds and help these little boys and girls ease they mind, and I ain’t talkin’ about smokin’ weed, the word is all you need!/ Follow my lead, I’m thorough! I’m narrow with different homies, bail thru different buroughs/ Have double barrel, pearl handles, and my soul cracked the Sheryl!/ That ain’t a blast fiend, God cleansed and saved my soul/ And ain’t no turnin’ around, ‘cause the morals can’t cope/ There’s no one thinkin’ ‘bout our babies/ No one’s thinkin’ ‘bout our babies
Here for the babies, and I’m takin’ my kids with me/ See, Moses never made it to the promise land, Satan, come get me! He’s ready to burn us all, baptized in flames like Kane/ Takin’ a shot to my body, can’t let enemies aim to my brain/ Praying for the devil, hopin’ he change his ways, he’s still laughin’, screamin’ I don’t know the half, well tell me what the fuck done happened? I ain’t worried about a damn thang, God got my back, remember that!/ And fuck me ‘cause i’m on the attack!/ Can’t waste my time with these niggas, my brothers is just like me/ Made in the form or the image, but I love to scrimage with the team/ Believe in Jesus, indeed, ha! It’ll get more deeper, concentrate on the love, Satan is getting weaker/ There’s no one thinkin’ ‘bout our babies/ No one’s thinkin’ ‘bout my babies
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