DMX - Murdergram Lyrics
From streets is watching soundtrack[jay-z]Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, cant be seriousWhat you think is gonna happenWith three of the illest niggas togetherStreet music and so fourth on one track,huh?Cant be serious, its murda nigga, huh, its murdaMotha *****ers wanna kill me but dont got the heartTo look me in the eyes with the nine and sparkCause whether your for or against thisWhen I spit with murderous intentions, everybody goes everybody knowsThe weapons I possess they not for showAnd you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the doorSee once I flash mother *****ers better do the one shot dashOr be one shot assJ to the a-y to the drive by to your hood screamin bye-bye to youWhy would you ***** with meKnowing I put you six feet deep and them niggas could die witcha***** the hot pistol and pop the hot cristalAnd promise you only one thing, to not miss youJahova know the God that served yaCause dead or alive when I arrive its murda[ja rule]Shit I hope yall niggas know to lay low nowCause thou shall perish if you dont bow downCause I hit em on sight, its dark dim the lightsYou shot twice God bless to this the nightThat alot of niggas fear the coming of their lifeAnd you dead right be in hell looking for ice*****in with ja you ***** niggas talking shitAll on my dick you broke niggas making me richYou gonna blaze me cause you high ripped off the henne rockFlow semi-hot handling me your notCheck my forte not even on a bad day you beat thisRather beat your dick or your *****My flow be the sick shit, gravely illNiggas dying cause they know I spit like iron, nothing but bark flyinFlows and mics, hell and night, go together like heaven and lightNiggas aint seein my plight, its alrightI let the world know I shine like iceI bet it all I can throw a hard four in the diceCause Im a gambling man, you should gamble with a gat in your handSpin in barrel and put it to your headCause we dont dance no more all we do is ***** and spitDedicated to giving you nothing but thug shitThink we playing, you undoubtable fall further*****in with I n c is murda[dmx]Im a cruddy nigga, goin raw-doggin dirty *****esAnd if I get burnt, Im givin that shit to thirty *****esYou say you know a nigga like me, guess again poppyI might smile up in your face but I aint your friend poppyJump out the fifteen hundred like runnin, niggas dont want itGet it, done it, when Im bluntedHowever it went down, I made it happen, made it scrapinI made it fussin, bustin, I made it cappinAnd lettin off wasnt nothing new to a niggaSomething to do to a nigga, cause you is a fool niggaI know your type, you hype, all up off that fake shitYou cant understand why a man would have to take shitOr steal shit, but this is that real, niggas kill shit, peel shitI hit you in your head you wont feel shit!!!Urruurrrr.....Let the dogs lose on a niggas assFind out if the niggas faster then the triggers blastA *****ing snake in the truest formKnowin damn well that what I do is wrong, plus what I do is strongNiggas is makin movies so I gots to stop productionI need a block to function and maybe Ill stop destructinThe blocks is not for frontin, so let me get that shortyCause you dont need that shortyYou dont know what to do with that shortyYou might as well hit this 40, before you hit the floorAnother 24, what you want, money, more!? !Them niggas did it raw, with no condomYou find em, sayin sorry he for what he said before I blind themGet the flame out the four fifth, and there aint gonna be no more riffDog you want a floss tiff, but would of made it to the door ifBullets travled alot slower, and you ran alot fasterBut they dont and you cant so dont think about afterCause tomorrow aint comin, so stop runninCause you gonna die like a suckerMurder mother*****er!!!Uh!, where my mother *****ing dogs at, uh, uhMy nigga jigga, my dog ja, irv gotti, rough riders, def jamWhere my dogs at, top fight uh, where my dogs atHold me down baby, hold me down baby, hold me down babyBoomer one love nigga, urruurrrr, murda mother*****er..
