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Tah Murdah 2001
Murdah INC.motherf***er
Mr.Fingis got beat
Gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta
Murder, murder
F*** y'all niggas
Talkin' about
Uh, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta
This is how we do
2001, 2001 nigga
Check this sh*t
Now everybody just
Bounce, bounce
My POV city hustlers
Bounce, bounce
All my hood slimies
And Prada mamis
See how we fall off
In the club
It's nothing but love
Plenty bottles of skimy
Twisted and stick bud
And it fifty-fifty love
All across the board dog
Gully respect Gully
Never floss for broads
Get out of my character
When she back it up
And after something good performs
I'll have you get up on it
Ma, I'll give it
How you want it
Make you a new lady
Coconut open her crazy
Now all day she two way me
Type of sh*t like
"Ooh baby"
Everything you do is gravy
And models I'm hitting lately
So all you can do is hate me
Stare me down and
Screw face me
Hype ya man up to lace me
C'mon, all y'all buttersoft
Sweeter then tastys
My hands grip two hammers
Double action
Prime time
Nigga minus the action
Chorus:
Now get ya
Motherf***in' hands up high
Touch the sky
And if you holding weight
Nigga get it up
Mamis in the club looking right
Oh you ain't spending the night?
Give her the pen number
Mami hit me up
We can sky tell tag
Till I get you in the
Back of the Jag
After we burn a bag
I'ma rip it up
Oh you a balla
Then
