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[phone rings and phone lady talks]<br />Hello, "Tah Murdah" has a message for (??)<br />To accept the message, press one<br />To cancel the message [phone button pushed]<br />Tah Murdah 2001 Murda I.N.C. motherfucker<br />Mr. Fingaz got beats<br /><br />[Cadillac Tah]<br />Uhhahhhhh.. gangsta, gangsta<br />Uhh, uhh - gangsta, gangsta<br />MURDA! MURDA! - gangsta, gangsta<br />Fuck y'all niggaz talkin about? - gangsta, gangsta<br />Uhh, uhh - gangsta, gangsta<br />Uhh, uhh, uhh (Yeah) This is how we do - gangsta, gangsta<br />(Yeah, 2001) - gangsta, gangsta<br />2001 nigga, check this shit - gangsta, gangsta<br /><br />[Verse One]<br />Now everybody just BOUNCE! BOUNCE!<br />My Pov City hustlers, BOUNCE! BOUNCE!<br />All my hood slimies, and Prada mamis<br />See how we fall off in the club, its nuttin but love<br />Plenty bottles of skimy twisted and stick bud<br />And it fifty-fifty love, all across the board dog<br />Gully respect Gully never floss for broads<br />or, get out of my character when she back it up<br />And after somethin good performs, I'll have you get up on it<br />Ma, I'll give it how you want it, make you a new lady<br />Coke'll open her crazy, now all day she two way me<br />Type of shit like "ohh baby", everything you do is gravy<br />And models I'm hittin lately, so all you can do is hate me<br />Stare me down and screw face me, hype ya man up to lace me<br />C'mon, all y'all buttersoft, sweeter then tasties<br />My hands grip two hammers, double action<br />Prime time, nigga minus the actin<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />NOW GET YA MUTHAFUCKIN HANDS UP! High, touch the sky<br />And if you holdin weight, nigga get it up<br />Mamis in the club lookin right; oh you ain't spendin the night?<br />Give her the pin number, mami hit me up<br />We can SkyTel tag until I get you in the back of the Jag<br />After we burn a bag, I'ma hit the guts<br />Oh you a baller? Then ball to this<br />My pimps, gangstas, and dogs I ain't mad at you player, play on<br /><br />[Verse Two]<br />Now hear me holla out GANGSTA, GANGSTA<br />PAPER CHASER - I love the cake<br />And petit mamis with the coke bottle shape<br />So keep shakin that money maker, ma-ma I can't hate ya<br />Its a cold world, ol' girl - so take advice from a pimp<br />What I'm spittin is venomus ism listen<br />When the chrome rims glistenin, on the 'llac truck<br />Traffic get backed up - we in this, cloud of smoke from spinach<br />Niggaz ain't big enough to go some rounds or minutes<br />I'm heavyweight, and I ain't speakin bought pounds in fitness<br />Use to spit off for sport but now its business<br />When you see me holla like you know me and I ain't scared homie<br />Picked up the mic, and put down the gats and yo<br />Now I rap and blow, with a fire acid flow<br />You know, and dog I ain't gotta repeat it<br />Right in front of ya eyes, ya see it, the best kept secret<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[Verse Three]<br />Now everybody just (ride..)<br />If you sittin on dubs, in that big body rollin a bud<br />Then get (high..) uhh, get it crunk<br />(Murda.. gangster love)<br />Now you know its only right and necessary<br />that I smash Freddy, after spittin heavy - bars<br />Methaphors god, my shit is deadly<br />Swift and better believe I'm focused now<br />Feed you to the vultures, murderous poster child<br />Click, clak, BLAOW! The pound sure to drop<br />Then catch me full of that hall or, blowin on them poppers<br />But love, livin and, love them, thug, women<br />who will hustle and grind when its hard times<br />Playa, we came in this game with no gimmicks<br />You're finished, diminshed ya frame get holes in it<br />Straight business and +No Limits+, like Master P<br />So if you bout that, scrilla my nilla then stack them cheese<br />And twist up, burn the vanilla dutch, we live it up<br />No bread, dick and Big Red we givin sluts<br />I'm just a villian, willin to kill for that pot of gold<br />You gotta know, its all for the dough<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[Cadillac Tah]<br />Yeah, its a playa event nigga<br />All my players ya heard me<br />Pov City nigga, yeah, uhh<br />Heart of the grungy, cheddar boys, mercy<br />Yeah, it's goin down nigga<br />2001, murda, murda<br />Uh, uh, gangsta, gangsta..<br />C-LIFE!!!
Letra nueva de la canción
[phone rings and phone lady talks]<br />Hello, "Tah Murdah" has a message for (??)<br />To accept the message, press one<br />To cancel the message [phone button pushed]<br />Tah Murdah 2001 Murda I.N.C. motherfucker<br />Mr. Fingaz got beats<br /><br />[Cadillac Tah]<br />Uhhahhhhh.. gangsta, gangsta<br />Uhh, uhh - gangsta, gangsta<br />MURDA! MURDA! - gangsta, gangsta<br />Fuck y'all niggaz talkin about? - gangsta, gangsta<br />Uhh, uhh - gangsta, gangsta<br />Uhh, uhh, uhh (Yeah) This is how we do - gangsta, gangsta<br />(Yeah, 2001) - gangsta, gangsta<br />2001 nigga, check this shit - gangsta, gangsta<br /><br />[Verse One]<br />Now everybody just BOUNCE! BOUNCE!<br />My Pov City hustlers, BOUNCE! BOUNCE!<br />All my hood slimies, and Prada mamis<br />See how we fall off in the club, its nuttin but love<br />Plenty bottles of skimy twisted and stick bud<br />And it fifty-fifty love, all across the board dog<br />Gully respect Gully never floss for broads<br />or, get out of my character when she back it up<br />And after somethin good performs, I'll have you get up on it<br />Ma, I'll give it how you want it, make you a new lady<br />Coke'll open her crazy, now all day she two way me<br />Type of shit like "ohh baby", everything you do is gravy<br />And models I'm hittin lately, so all you can do is hate me<br />Stare me down and screw face me, hype ya man up to lace me<br />C'mon, all y'all buttersoft, sweeter then tasties<br />My hands grip two hammers, double action<br />Prime time, nigga minus the actin<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />NOW GET YA MUTHAFUCKIN HANDS UP! High, touch the sky<br />And if you holdin weight, nigga get it up<br />Mamis in the club lookin right; oh you ain't spendin the night?<br />Give her the pin number, mami hit me up<br />We can SkyTel tag until I get you in the back of the Jag<br />After we burn a bag, I'ma hit the guts<br />Oh you a baller? Then ball to this<br />My pimps, gangstas, and dogs I ain't mad at you player, play on<br /><br />[Verse Two]<br />Now hear me holla out GANGSTA, GANGSTA<br />PAPER CHASER - I love the cake<br />And petit mamis with the coke bottle shape<br />So keep shakin that money maker, ma-ma I can't hate ya<br />Its a cold world, ol' girl - so take advice from a pimp<br />What I'm spittin is venomus ism listen<br />When the chrome rims glistenin, on the 'llac truck<br />Traffic get backed up - we in this, cloud of smoke from spinach<br />Niggaz ain't big enough to go some rounds or minutes<br />I'm heavyweight, and I ain't speakin bought pounds in fitness<br />Use to spit off for sport but now its business<br />When you see me holla like you know me and I ain't scared homie<br />Picked up the mic, and put down the gats and yo<br />Now I rap and blow, with a fire acid flow<br />You know, and dog I ain't gotta repeat it<br />Right in front of ya eyes, ya see it, the best kept secret<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[Verse Three]<br />Now everybody just (ride..)<br />If you sittin on dubs, in that big body rollin a bud<br />Then get (high..) uhh, get it crunk<br />(Murda.. gangster love)<br />Now you know its only right and necessary<br />that I smash Freddy, after spittin heavy - bars<br />Methaphors god, my shit is deadly<br />Swift and better believe I'm focused now<br />Feed you to the vultures, murderous poster child<br />Click, clak, BLAOW! The pound sure to drop<br />Then catch me full of that hall or, blowin on them poppers<br />But love, livin and, love them, thug, women<br />who will hustle and grind when its hard times<br />Playa, we came in this game with no gimmicks<br />You're finished, diminshed ya frame get holes in it<br />Straight business and +No Limits+, like Master P<br />So if you bout that, scrilla my nilla then stack them cheese<br />And twist up, burn the vanilla dutch, we live it up<br />No bread, dick and Big Red we givin sluts<br />I'm just a villian, willin to kill for that pot of gold<br />You gotta know, its all for the dough<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[Cadillac Tah]<br />Yeah, its a playa event nigga<br />All my players ya heard me<br />Pov City nigga, yeah, uhh<br />Heart of the grungy, cheddar boys, mercy<br />Yeah, it's goin down nigga<br />2001, murda, murda<br />Uh, uh, gangsta, gangsta..<br />C-LIFE!!!
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