Live at the Tunnel
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Everything yeah, yeah What the f*ck nigga Ayyo dim the lights on my shit son Yeah you heard, f*ck that For my nigga Flex [Chorus:] It's like that why'all (that why'all) That why'all (that why'all) That why'all (that why'all) That why'all (that why'all) It's like that why'all (that why'all) That why'all (that why'all) That why'all, It's murda Respect a thug, or accept a slug Or accept the death of somebody you love That's the rules we live by, ways I kiss by We all murderers in the eyes of all ours So when I pull a bubble up and back in your car When I spit sixteen's you gonna wish they was sparks Can you hold something, you can hold heat you can keep Slugs in your sleep while I'm plugging your freak I'm the thug of the week, the killer of the millennium Spitting like mack ten and a nine ?? Blasting off like Flex on New Years Who cares how many slugs why'all spit in the air Niggaz over here got glock nineteen's, P89's, hollow points, and M16's Three fifty-seven's and mack11's We clap you come to the funeral... Motherfucker if your holding them ?? nigga Then I'd advise nigga, we rip the high niggas Don't matter the size niggaz Ever since I popped up, a lot of niggaz done got stuck While I'm laying the cut, meant that's rocked up Believe it's murda Niggaz get popped up, buried and chopped up We don't give a f*ck if the cops get touched A ?? and a baby blue drop With a stash box holding a fifth and two glocks And every sixteen I spit I ?? And won't stop firing, firing until I got, a four full of money And playboy you bunny Yo you get us a clip of hollow tip slugs from me Bitch nigga, acting out the life of a thug money I hustle and, grind those block for drug money And make sure, kept counting every stack We drop bombs like Flex and Big Kap [Chorus:] F*ck that Oh why must children die I guess the lil' nigga want the piece of the pie, let 'em die Oh why must thug niggaz snitch I guess the lil' nigga thought he'd get a lil' rich, lil' bitch That's why we don't talk quick 'Cause niggaz who talk quick get killed for the bricks This is it, that's why we walk with our guns 'Cause those without guns get killed by guns ?? the one that will kill you son It's the same where ever we from, it's the slums We spit guns, lay you down for the 1 I love when niggaz talk slick with they tongue You ain't buying no one, you talking shit I'm from the place get killed for shit So f*ck where you from, better start from day 1 It's amazing... Murda mommy in every song You was warned, should of listened when I told ya It's coming to a closure And almost over now Go to war like a solider now And you rat broads running my style, I'm shutting you down From N.Y. to L.A., Vi-ta from Jersey More of a bitch then a lady Chase chips, slick bitch With flows that's sick, and it only gets worse... [Chorus:] F*ck that Murda, is the way of the walk And since I walk a thin line, I'm looking at niggaz with dead eyes And I'm baptized, my body has sinned A lil' weed, a few hoes, and a whole lot of head Got me hollering, I don't give a f*ck! About nothing at all, front I'm blasting off, killing you with probable cause 'Cause you probable of thinking that you hotter then I It will never be until I die, and touch the sky Hells angel, fly I feel like I'm at war fighting for my inner self fighting for my life This world made me a, Murderer May the lord take you, before I murder ya Bodies turning up, and who you think got 'em all touched Murderers, is on your block catching the rush Like niggaz can f*ck wit us, they all gonna fall Rule nigga, It's like that why'all
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