Bizzy Bone Murdah Lyrics

Murdah is out of control/ Murdah just let it blow (It blow)/ Word up if you bucked a m________a down for taken ya dough (Taken ya dough...) n____

-Bizzy Bone-
Know this liquor prolly killin my liver/ The villian is still in effect/ And I buck this m_________er down, live and direct/ Hey, what I'ma chastise my momma? Demand the respect, get up and strategize b____es cryin like they never wept/ Slept in the gutter with no tech, I'm still in the dungeon/ b____ 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 c__e, 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 n____ what/ n____ 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 'n____ I'll kill for you.'

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-Prince Rasu-
We can't get f___ed, baby, take precaution fo' sho'/ They say that n____ Gotti quiet , better fire of a Calico/ b______, 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 d___it I'm a grown man, time to take my own stand/ f___ the federations, my heart is racin' like grown mens/ f___ed 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

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-Josiah Rasu-
c___ back and blast, knockin sparks up out they a__/ Makin marks come off that cast, n____ you know what it is, think I'm serious/ Then heart attack, missles aimed straight at where the f___ 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 f__gets with badges'll get the flux, I don't give a f___ who you are we can send this m_________er 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 m_________ers who murdered my momma so I'm a natural born killa/ Than I, there was no cap peelas

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-H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-
Me and my Comptons' monster mashin' mobsters/ a___yzin' 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 f___in' around/ Strictly about our business on some gangsta s___, no bank account/ Money talks, greedy hogs walk the plank/ Negotiatin' our way, uh, forget the deal/ Your record labels' sorry but your phony a__ superstars carbon copied, indistiguished, no identity/ Raise up off these N-U-T's, c___ suckin' n____, 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 a__, can't be no couch potato/ Only gets greater later/ Better believe in playa haters, see