Lyrics:
and bred to be a demonheadbussa
Yea you know how we do Ryanz Mike Murphy aka The Bondservant and my boy Ja know what I'm Saying and My Boy D we in da house
The following students from Indio High School were winners
Mike Murphy
Eddie Tucker
Megan Gormiska
Alden Stanley
Margie Siskihead
Barbra Macon
Susie
and sand
For there blows some cold nor'westers
On the banks of Newfoundland
We had Jack Lynch from Ballynahinch
Mike Murphy and some more
And I tell you
[Hook - Murphy Lee]
Hey Maa, what ya need, what ya like?
You can get it from Granpa Gametight
She looks at me and she says..
"I wanna go outside
wo ich bleib /
Cruis' wie Mike in San Andreas auf der Playstation 2 /
Von der ersten Game LP, plus Nelly und Murphy Lee /
Zu Millionen Streams, Bruder
the phone next time
You probably gonna call right back but
Alrght, one
[Murphy Lee]
(Don't blow it)
City spud said what up
And to give you this
I visit
"Murphy why you gotta go?" Oh, just so you can miss it
She like me for my huggin' and kissin' and how I listen
And how I, talk wit
my feet on
The Murphy's didn't jump me
Told me to get comfy even brought the lil' seat for me to spill my drink on
Willy d gave me my stamp shout
"Butta" Murphy, what up D? (Formula)
D2 music management putting it down (Beat Bangers)
Yeah we here (what up Zeke?)
Ain't it crazy?
To Mike Caren for
feeling like Mike (Feeling like Mike)
When a nigga performing (Yee)
She sucking it long (Sucking it long)
'Guess the bitch brainstorming (yeah)
Found these
the shit like I was Mike Hewitt
Don't, test me though, homie I might do it
Check my track record, the feelin' go right to it
It was easy for me, I was
been frontin'
Yo ain't no mic to it, city see right through it
I was born to be the shit like I was Mike Hewitt
Don't test me though, homie I might do
to Jodeci
Michael Jackson, who gon' tell me I ain't Mike?
Ass cheeks painted white, fucking Priscilla tonight
Flying down Sunset smoking crack
to New Orleans the original big baby like Big Mike
Don't make me Tina Turner one of you wenches and hit you like Big Ike
UHHHH pimp shit Cadillac with
never starve
Never run
Always face the odds
Either stand with me
Or you stand guard
Keep ya fake love
I Ain’t for the fraud
Kill the beat
Send mike My
form
Got the strength in the numbers
Warriors baby it's flex time
Mike Jack Smoot Criminal I get away with the crime
Dominating in two sports I'm always
Simon had a problem when he got home one day
By Murphy's law, his cutlery drawer, was jammed in such a way
An inch or two was all it moved
down the street & Gilbert always got us meat
& Old Man Murphy ran the funeral home
Now I've spilled more blood than a Viking should, fire & iron where
never heard before
Leeway, Agnostic Front, and Murphy's Law
Shit sounded like devil music, too loud, found it confusing
Too young to understand I guess
Financial Ent, Baby
Oooh, That boy Mike Goes hard
Praying for better days
That's all I can ask him
Told me i got it
But i ain't sure
That's why i
Who could rock on the two turntables
And that ain't no fable
Watchin' Eddie Murphy instead of Clark Gable
My whole life style switched Hoss
go)
There something inside of my head
Keep tellin' me "No, don't do it"
(No, don't it) when I beat it, beat it, like
Mike Jack' in the bed, it's a movie
steppin' in the area
Kind of reminds me of eddie murphy, coming to america
But you can't approach this, rhymes are too ferocious
Do the knowledge as I
mother got a Mike tag on her wig
And they call her hair Jordan
Ace of the staff, top pick of the draft
You're so dumb, you failed first grade math
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