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Tah Murdah 2001

Murdah INC.motherf***er

Mr.Fingis got beat

Gangsta, gangsta

Gangsta, gangsta

Murder, murder

F*** y'all niggas

Talkin' about

Uh, gangsta, gangsta

Gangsta, gangsta

Gangsta, gangsta

This is how we do

2001, 2001 nigga

Check this sh*t



Now everybody just

Bounce, bounce

My POV city hustlers

Bounce, bounce

All my hood slimies

And Prada mamis

See how we fall off

In the club

It's nothing but love

Plenty bottles of skimy

Twisted and stick bud

And it fifty-fifty love

All across the board dog

Gully respect Gully

Never floss for broads

Get out of my character

When she back it up

And after something good performs

I'll have you get up on it

Ma, I'll give it

How you want it

Make you a new lady

Coconut open her crazy

Now all day she two way me

Type of sh*t like

"Ooh baby"

Everything you do is gravy

And models I'm hitting lately

So all you can do is hate me

Stare me down and

Screw face me

Hype ya man up to lace me

C'mon, all y'all buttersoft

Sweeter then tastys

My hands grip two hammers

Double action

Prime time

Nigga minus the action



Chorus:

Now get ya

Motherf***in' hands up high

Touch the sky

And if you holding weight

Nigga get it up

Mamis in the club looking right

Oh you ain't spending the night?

Give her the pen number

Mami hit me up

We can sky tell tag

Till I get you in the

Back of the Jag

After we burn a bag

I'ma rip it up

Oh you