Lyrics:
decapitating parking meters when the pigs blew the whistle like Winslow
I went to jail over night for putting a sticker on a phone booth, now by the time ya'll
before you kick 'em to the door
It goes:
[Chorus: MURS]
One, two, three, four
I had it up to here and I'm not takin' no more
So get the fuck out! You gots
wanna say
Now I gotta go and get the record straight
Okay now, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Watch me as I go and take a leap and I
that I had at the time was singing. And I thought, well, if I could get a record deal and become a singer, then I can make lots of money and become
Feel the beat coming
Feel the heat coming
Hear my heart, pumping fast
Watch my feet, running
My records go round and round. On a
Toy by Fischer
(Murs)
hey whussup this is muthafucking Murs
here with muthafucking basik
you know what I'm sayin i got a foul ass mouth
but not really givin a fuck
FUCK y'all niggaz talkin' bout cheddar
[Ras] Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
[Can] Four swordsmen
[Ras] From the land
while also
Reaching for the kind of mass
Pop-cultural relevance that he, Nicki
And Atlantic Records all believe him
To be capable of judging by
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
escape fo me nigga
Broken records in ma city wasn't safe fo dese niggas
Four homies riding gassing up it wasn't no break fo dese niggas
I was always
Do me a favor (what?)
Get your weight up
Felt's in your city, we don't need any help
Do me a favor, run that
CES, Murs, Strange, we wrote the book
Give me a beatbox man, c'mon
Murs change crews but he should change shoes
Quick, cause his girlfriend stinks
When I kiss her
He probably brush his teeth
til he can't count his money no mo'
over night sensation, never me
all you "Record Haters" got Ph.IV
my niggas 3X Krazy laced me
taught me how
being ignored and pushed
Around by the label
They then sent us all to Orlando
To rehearse and write eight
Hours a day for our first
Record half -way
knew he was getting fuck
By these record Exec's
Now it was time to put the plan in effect
Next day at the building he goes in
Disguised as the dude
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
represent Austins East (Austin's East)
Killin beats by MrTrackGonEat (TrackGonEat)
Before he was MrTrackGonEat (4Real)
When Sic Shu introduced us he was like
[Murs]
I love you like a rap kid loves breaks
(chorus) [slug + murs]
Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah
Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty
say
Cause I haven't stopped chasin' these bars to this day
[Verse 2 - MURS]
Now out the city walk come at this iddibittybitch
About 4'7..hmmm..4
My...
Beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat
My beat forever
4 Ever My....
[Delite]
4 Ever My Beat, for the record, the jam you selected
That when we
the place to be
G4, the M-I, get high
Float in the friendly sky
I’m that fly, tell my pilot the fourth
Far as raps, I murder tracks, Philly
I kill the shit
know what I mean? It's
called My Own Hell. Story about me, and Midwestside, and Hogstyle
Records, and people around me, and my wife, and stuff like
étranger, depuis qu'il a changé,
Il veski le corner, il veski le danger
J'l'ai vu raser les murs (Drill shit)
Vu qu'il a une dette à éponger
J'en rachète mon
'Cause the chorus repeats the same
Four words for us" and the song's ginormous
The whole formula's switched
'Cause we don't know anymore what are hit's
Is
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