Ransom, Hitchcock - Murdah Muzik lyrics
[Ransom, Hitchcock - Murdah Muzik lyrics]
Now you never go at Jefferson huh?
My friend
Thomas Jefferson is an American saint
Because he wrote the words 'All
Men are created equal'
Words he clearly didn't believe
Since he allowed his own children
To live in slavery
He's a rich white snob who's sick
Of paying taxes to the Brit's
So, yeah, he writes some lovely words
And aroused the rabble and they went
And died for those words
While he sat back and drank his
Wine and fucked his slave girl
This guy wants to tell me
We're living in a community?
Don't make me laugh i'm living in America
And in America you're on your own
America's not a country it's
Just a business now fuckin' pay me
We like a platoon
I be with some wild wild boys
In the saloon killin like some wild cowboys
Bow down boys
And you could eat chow down boys
Or get hit with the pound sound boy
Fuck a shot, I don’t fuck with cops nigga
I’m like Al Capone
Once they release you they gon eat
You outta house and home
Cock back, leave your mouth with chrome
You been a hater, dump you in incinerators
Never found yo bones
Now we got the coke back bouncing
We cocaine cowboys, we Brokeback Mountain
Flow like a fountain, throw on a thousand
900 stacks, that’s racks, you in housing
We tryna get real estate do the right thing
Left it right wing in the real estate
I feel the hate as I feel the buzz
Build a buzz sorta like the high
That you feel from drugs
And I don’t need rehab
I could play with The Rock
Dish it off like Steve Nash
Medicinal though, got the weed pass
Everything official the flow, I can see cash
Money, everybody gully
Full clip in my wall reach with the skully
Snug fit on my thug shit
Got that 38 with the snub tip
I ain’t stressin please, u stressed at D's
Powder every where, like Zeppoles
Why you all timid?
‘Cus my pockets got a buldge in it?
I’m in the hood and I indulge in it
Authentic, yall fabricated
The whips all tinted
Just done masqueraded that I had to say
‘Cus now I’m getting aggravated
I’m mad they hated, they never congratulated
Niggas mad I don't show gratitude
Walk in these rapper shoes
I ain’t gotta respect these niggas
Who paid half the dues
I can scream out names but
Then what that'll prove? Jerry Heller
These fat niggas who got an attitude
This is our coast
Pull strings like a tar nose
Turn a live nigga into compost
There ain’t no convos ‘cus eulogy
Is coming to in 3’s
Through the greeze you can freeze
In the coolest breeze
Think you should leave
Niggas ain’t too into yo' bars
Cus niggas pointin fingers Arsenio Hall
There’s a live band playing
Gun in the guitar case
Scarface, shootout speeding while in
A car chase
Both the gav niggas on park place raw apes
Look at the look at Nicki Minaj’ face
Look at these phony niggas you call great
I lost faith between shootouts
Killings and court dates
I’m brass, what can I say?
Filthiest nigga in the church
Like can I pray?
Grimiest nigga on the bench like can I play?
And leave these incognito niggas MIA ah
People that judge us, I bet they suffer twice
Drop the ME’s, nigga look up to Christ
You ain’t gotta believe
Nigga I’m fuckin nice
Me and Hitch best two men
Ever to clutch a mic
My friend
Thomas Jefferson is an American saint
Because he wrote the words 'All
Men are created equal'
Words he clearly didn't believe
Since he allowed his own children
To live in slavery
He's a rich white snob who's sick
Of paying taxes to the Brit's
So, yeah, he writes some lovely words
And aroused the rabble and they went
And died for those words
While he sat back and drank his
Wine and fucked his slave girl
This guy wants to tell me
We're living in a community?
Don't make me laugh i'm living in America
And in America you're on your own
America's not a country it's
Just a business now fuckin' pay me
We like a platoon
I be with some wild wild boys
In the saloon killin like some wild cowboys
Bow down boys
And you could eat chow down boys
Or get hit with the pound sound boy
Fuck a shot, I don’t fuck with cops nigga
I’m like Al Capone
Once they release you they gon eat
You outta house and home
Cock back, leave your mouth with chrome
You been a hater, dump you in incinerators
Never found yo bones
Now we got the coke back bouncing
We cocaine cowboys, we Brokeback Mountain
Flow like a fountain, throw on a thousand
900 stacks, that’s racks, you in housing
We tryna get real estate do the right thing
Left it right wing in the real estate
I feel the hate as I feel the buzz
Build a buzz sorta like the high
That you feel from drugs
And I don’t need rehab
I could play with The Rock
Dish it off like Steve Nash
Medicinal though, got the weed pass
Everything official the flow, I can see cash
Money, everybody gully
Full clip in my wall reach with the skully
Snug fit on my thug shit
Got that 38 with the snub tip
I ain’t stressin please, u stressed at D's
Powder every where, like Zeppoles
Why you all timid?
‘Cus my pockets got a buldge in it?
I’m in the hood and I indulge in it
Authentic, yall fabricated
The whips all tinted
Just done masqueraded that I had to say
‘Cus now I’m getting aggravated
I’m mad they hated, they never congratulated
Niggas mad I don't show gratitude
Walk in these rapper shoes
I ain’t gotta respect these niggas
Who paid half the dues
I can scream out names but
Then what that'll prove? Jerry Heller
These fat niggas who got an attitude
This is our coast
Pull strings like a tar nose
Turn a live nigga into compost
There ain’t no convos ‘cus eulogy
Is coming to in 3’s
Through the greeze you can freeze
In the coolest breeze
Think you should leave
Niggas ain’t too into yo' bars
Cus niggas pointin fingers Arsenio Hall
There’s a live band playing
Gun in the guitar case
Scarface, shootout speeding while in
A car chase
Both the gav niggas on park place raw apes
Look at the look at Nicki Minaj’ face
Look at these phony niggas you call great
I lost faith between shootouts
Killings and court dates
I’m brass, what can I say?
Filthiest nigga in the church
Like can I pray?
Grimiest nigga on the bench like can I play?
And leave these incognito niggas MIA ah
People that judge us, I bet they suffer twice
Drop the ME’s, nigga look up to Christ
You ain’t gotta believe
Nigga I’m fuckin nice
Me and Hitch best two men
Ever to clutch a mic