ransom

ransom - Murdah Muzik lyrics

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(Verse)

We like a platoon, I be with some wild wild boys

In the saloon killin like the wild cowboys

Bow down boys, you need to eat, chow down boys

And get hit with the pound soundboard

Fuck a shot, I don't fuck with cops nigga, I'm like Al Capone

Once they release you they gon eat you outta house and home

Cop that, leanin off the chrome

You been a hater, dump you in incinerators, never found yo bones

Now we got the coke back bouncing

We cocaine cowboys, we Brokeback Mountain

Flow like a fountain, throw one a thousand

900 stacks, that's racks, you in housing

We tryna get real estate

Do the right thing, left it right wing in the real estate

I feel the hate as I feel the buzz

Build a buzz sorta like the high that you feel from drugs

And I don't need rehab

I could play with The Rock, this shit off like Steve Nash

Medicinal though, got the weed pass

Everything the flow, I can see cash

Money, everybody gully

Full clip in my wall reach with the skully

Snug fit on my thug shit

Got that 38 with the snow tip

I ain't stressin please, he stressed at these

Powder every day, are like zed believes

Why you all attending?

'Cus my pockets got a ball jamming?

I'm in the hood and I indulge in it

Authentic, yall fabricated

The whips all tinted, just a mascaraed that I had to say


'Cus now I'm getting aggravated

I'm mad they hated, they never congratulated
(Verse)

Niggas mad, they don't how gratitude

Walk in these rapper shoes

I ain't gotta respect these niggas who paid half the dues

I can scream out names but then what that approve?

Jerry Heller, these fat niggas who got an attitude

This all coast, pull strings like a tar nose

Turn a live nigga into compost

There ain't no convos 'cus eulogy is coming to in 3's

Through the greeze you can freeze in the coolest breeze

Think you should leave, niggas ain't so into yo bars

Cus niggas pointin fingers like I'm sending you home

There's a live band playing, gun in the guitar case

Scarface, shootout speeding while in a car chase

Both the gav niggas on park place

Raw apes, look at the look at Nicki Minaj' face

Look at these phony niggas you call great

I lost faith between shootouts, killings and court dates

I'm brass, what can I say?

Filthiest nigga in the church like can I pray?

Grimiest nigga on the bench like can I play?

And leave these incognito niggas MIA ah

People that judge us, I bet they suffer twice

Drop the ME's, nigga look up to Christ

You ain't gotta believe, nigga I'm fuckin nice

Me and Hitch best two men never to clutch a mic


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