Murdah lyrics
Artist Name - Bizzy Bone
Song Lyrics - Murdah
 Send Bizzy Bone "Murdah" Ringtones to your Cell  -Bizzy Bone-Chorus- Murdah is out of control/ Murdah just let it blow (It blow)/ Word up if you bucked a mothafucka down for taken ya dough (Taken ya dough...) nigga -Bizzy Bone- Know this liquor prolly killin my liver/ The villian is still in effect/ And I buck this motherfucker down, live and direct/ Hey, what I'ma chastise my momma? Demand the respect, get up and strategize bitches cryin like they never wept/ Slept in the gutter with no tech, I'm still in the dungeon/ Bitch 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 coke, 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 nigga what/ Nigga 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 'Nigga I'll kill for you.' -Chorus - -Prince Rasu- We can't get fucked, baby, take precaution fo' sho'/ They say that nigga Gotti quiet , better fire of a Calico/ Bastard, 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 damnit I'm a grown man, time to take my own stand/ Fuck the federations, my heart is racin' like grown mens/ Fucked 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 -Chorus- -Josiah Rasu- Cock back and blast, knockin sparks up out they ass/ Makin marks come off that cast, nigga you know what it is, think I'm serious/ Then heart attack, missles aimed straight at where the fuck 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 faggets with badges'll get the flux, I don't give a fuck who you are we can send this motherfucker 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 motherfuckers who murdered my momma so I'm a natural born killa/ Than I, there was no cap peelas -Chorus - -H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious- Me and my Comptons' monster mashin' mobsters/ Analyzin' 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 fuckin' around/ Strictly about our business on some gangsta shit, no bank account/ Money talks, greedy hogs walk the plank/ Negotiatin' our way, uh, forget the deal/ Your record labels' sorry but your phony ass superstars carbon copied, indistiguished, no identity/ Raise up off these N-U-T's, cock suckin' nigga, 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 ass, can't be no couch potato/ Only gets greater later/ Better believe in playa haters, see -Chorus- |
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Murdah
-Bizzy Bone-Chorus-
Murdah is out of control/ Murdah just let it
blow (It blow)/ Word up if you bucked a mothafucka down for taken ....
My Niggas
-Bizzy Bone-Intro- It's another Studio Rat Production. Lets' do this baby. Please
believe it. Another Studio Rat Production. 7th Sign. You know how it goes. ....
Better Run Better Hide
-Bizzy Bone-Intro-
Yea, Bizzy The Kid, the midwest cowboy, galloping to
a hood near you. Imagine me bein signed to B2K (What?!) What you ....
The Streets
Bizzy Bone-Intro-
Rest in peace, Karlos Shammar Davis. 7th Sign soldier.
A.K.A. Low Down. Rest in peace, nigga. I love you. Yeah. It's just ....
I Understand (Better Man)
chorus : (those that love me if ya letme i`d understand, made
some bad decisions in my life i understand, raise my right hand up ....
Dear Layzie
speech.. Bizzy: see my life is backwards lil layzie was my nigguh
to the fullest threw semi automatic bullets with the afro rockin crack spot ....
Capo
-H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-
{gun cocked and a gunshot} Waitin' on the bail
whiles I sittin' in the county jail/ Question my intuition "What have I ....
How We Play
We Play yall aint ready for this shyt yall know wut it
is (yall know wut it iss nigguh fuck these nigguhz who do not ....
Hollywood
nigguh look at dat nigguh over there man ole hatin ass broke
ass nigguh man (heey hater) broke ass nigguh...
dirty rottin never forgot ....
I Would Die For You
(chorus) bone aint feelin my vibe they say bizzy he think he
pac, passin out on stage rollin stones was shocked/ bizzy the kid grippin ....
Thug World
yeah the world aint your thug wa aha h ah orld these
last day yah better prepare for war chorus: hey thug world the world ....
Everywhere I Go
mirror mirror mirror on the wall tell me whos the greatest mother
fucker of them all better keep ur mirror mirror mirror on the wall ....
All In Together
hooooo all in together now ( uh uh) hoooo (thats wut im
talkin bout) what are u doing to me hooo (its another studio rap ....
Sit Back Relax
Bizzy: hey its the martin n malcom in the vibe and in
the Q we ebony ivory brothers the others the indian gentleman n business ....
Not Afraid
yea.. studio rap productions (this is how we rideX2) uh
Bizzy:
my 7 niggas still anything that aint nailed down come around my ....
Send Bizzy Bone Ringtones to your Cell
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Murdah
-Bizzy Bone-Chorus- Murdah is out of control/ Murdah just let it
blow (It blow)/ Word up if you bucked a mothafucka down for taken ....
My Niggas
-Bizzy Bone-Intro- It's another Studio Rat Production. Lets' do this baby. Please
believe it. Another Studio Rat Production. 7th Sign. You know how it goes. ....
Better Run Better Hide
-Bizzy Bone-Intro- Yea, Bizzy The Kid, the midwest cowboy, galloping to
a hood near you. Imagine me bein signed to B2K (What?!) What you ....
The Streets
Bizzy Bone-Intro- Rest in peace, Karlos Shammar Davis. 7th Sign soldier.
A.K.A. Low Down. Rest in peace, nigga. I love you. Yeah. It's just ....
I Understand (Better Man)
chorus : (those that love me if ya letme i`d understand, made
some bad decisions in my life i understand, raise my right hand up ....
Dear Layzie
speech.. Bizzy: see my life is backwards lil layzie was my nigguh
to the fullest threw semi automatic bullets with the afro rockin crack spot ....
Capo
-H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious- {gun cocked and a gunshot} Waitin' on the bail
whiles I sittin' in the county jail/ Question my intuition "What have I ....
How We Play
We Play yall aint ready for this shyt yall know wut it
is (yall know wut it iss nigguh fuck these nigguhz who do not ....
Hollywood
nigguh look at dat nigguh over there man ole hatin ass broke
ass nigguh man (heey hater) broke ass nigguh... dirty rottin never forgot ....
I Would Die For You
(chorus) bone aint feelin my vibe they say bizzy he think he
pac, passin out on stage rollin stones was shocked/ bizzy the kid grippin ....
Thug World
yeah the world aint your thug wa aha h ah orld these
last day yah better prepare for war chorus: hey thug world the world ....
Everywhere I Go
mirror mirror mirror on the wall tell me whos the greatest mother
fucker of them all better keep ur mirror mirror mirror on the wall ....
All In Together
hooooo all in together now ( uh uh) hoooo (thats wut im
talkin bout) what are u doing to me hooo (its another studio rap ....
Sit Back Relax
Bizzy: hey its the martin n malcom in the vibe and in
the Q we ebony ivory brothers the others the indian gentleman n business ....
Not Afraid
yea.. studio rap productions (this is how we rideX2) uh Bizzy:
my 7 niggas still anything that aint nailed down come around my ....
Send Bizzy Bone Ringtones to your Cell