Murda **PeEp N HoLlA**

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Aug 25, 2002
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aight yall i wrote dis earlier cuz i wuz board aint my best shyt but holla back iight yall -1-

Hook (X2)

Murda Murda Murda, Just Anotha Mutha Fuccin Homicide//
Come Wit Me To Da Drama Side Where Da Real Killaz Ryde//
Put Shotz Deep Inside Ya Soul Make It Look Like A Suicide//

Verse 1 (High N Sicc)

Haten On High-N-Sicc, Youll Be Eyeing-A-Clip, Dyin-N-Shyt, You Can't Deny It You Just-Got-Hit//
Got A Busted-Lip, Don't Fuss You Trick Just Bow-Down-To-Tha-Illest//
Spiritual Literai, Spitz Tha Illest Shyt Ever-To-Come-To-Text//
We In A Fight Never Will We Run From Tek'Z, Well Fight It Out-Like-Rydaz//
If We Find Out You Behind Uz You, Prey That Ya Forehead-Got-A-Protection//
Youll Get More-Lead, Then Them Glockz Can Spit At Ya Mid-Section//
Oh And Did I Mention, That Your Already Dead When I Spit-This-Lyrikal-Venom//
You Better Prey And Get Spirtual, Tha Shotz Imma Be Sendin Em In Ya Ribz//
Bendin-Em, Like Car-Framez, Ya You Got Some Hard-Sayinz, But Ill Pull Ya Card-Lame//
You Get Skarred, What A Low Down Dirty Shame, But This Aint Kennan Ivory Wayanz//
Known To Be Seen, Sparrin Wit Niggaz Spit Flamez, Shit So Much Game Youd Think I Had Diareah//
YOu Finna Die When I See Ya Heat Ya Up, See Ya Ducc, You Fucced Like Niggaz-In-Prison//
Wit All Them Triggaz You Still Aint In My Division, You Livin A Fantasy-Life//
So Don't Be Mad-To-See-A-Knife, Stucc In Ya Adamz-Apple, Fucc Dying Natural//
See Me Snatch Ya Hoe, Blast Her Wit My 4, Kill Her Fucc Tha Dead Body On Tha Floor//
Ignore That Decompostion-Just-Set-In-, I Need Competiton, So I Can Blast That Mack 10//
Just Because Tha Fact Men, Keep Thinkin They Can Fucc-Wit-Da-Siccness//
No Need To Ducc And Hide Cuz YOu Know I Already Killed Every-Witness//

Hook (X2)

Murda Murda Murda, Just Anotha Mutha Fuccin Homicide//
Come Wit Me To Da Drama Side Where Da Real Killaz Ryde//
Put Shotz Deep Inside Ya Soul Make It Look Like A Suicide//

You Know Dat I Love Seein Dem Niggaz Brainz-Hang, Dawg Claimin You A Locc But Neva Gang-Banged//
Fake Nigga Slangin, Baking Soda Sayin Itz, Kane, You Betta Remain-In-Ya-House//
Nigga Get Slayin Then Ya Know I Gotta Bounce Can't Be Fuccin Wit No Police-Investigation//
Grab One Da Pigz Unleash So Many Slugz Nigga Gonn Be Needin Heart-Respiration//
Dont Test Tha Glock Cuz It Aint Patient, Ya Food Ill Be Lacin It Wit Stricc-9//
Step Up Nicca, Youll Get A Ripped-Spine, Body Zipped Ya Family-Cryin//
I Spit Shyt So Hot, Youll Be Sampling It Then Sighing When Ya Get Caught-For-Biting//
Gangsta? You Gettin-Shot-For-Lying, We All Know You Couldnt Even-Load-A-Clip//
Ill Have Ya Paralized From Ya Waist, To Down Below-Ya-Hip//
Run For Cova When You See These Souljaz Dip, Wit Molten-Hot-Tipz//
We Known To Clock-Chipz, Not No Fri-To-Lay, You Comin In Tha Game Be-Ready-To-Play//
Upsetting Ya Body Like An Unknown-Plague, Like Cologne You Get Sprayed//
When I Invade, Ya Territory, You Being Hot Shot Thatz Just Tellin-A-Story//
Whoopz My Dicc Just Fell-In-Ya-Shorty, Impaled A Knife In Her Head You Want More Of Me?//
I Know You Adore-My-Heat, Don't Come To Close Dawg You Might Scorch-Ya-Feet//


Hook (X2)

Murda Murda Murda, Just Anotha Mutha Fuccin Homicide//
Come Wit Me To Da Drama Side Where Da Real Killaz Ryde//
Put Shotz Deep Inside Ya Soul Make It Look Like A Suicide//