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(Pastor Troy)ooh, ooh, oohyeah, this for da clones in the |
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ATL,With them fake a** chains, |
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For all the flexy a** ni**az comin' outta |
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Atlanta,Verse 1iiiii'm comin, 2 50 cal's in hand,long goatee's ni**a da taliban,i'll murda man, i'm tryin to murk somethin,this aint no chuck e cheese,i'm tryin to hurt somethin', |
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These ni**az claimin |
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G's, claimin' they run the south, please.. |
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How you run this sh** in them butt fu** caprice, |
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Atleast you outta know bout' my thrown,the |
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P the T the |
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R the O the |
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Y,ni**a i'm so fly call me jet,jump off in the ocean still aint wet, |
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I flex I mothafu**in ball betta ax em,catch a ni**a talkin sh**,motherfu**in blast em, |
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Murda, M - |
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U - R - D - |
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A,i'm pumpin gats at whoever in the way, |
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I got the gunplay, don't think they understand,don't think they wanna fu** with the |
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Murda Man. |
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ChorusI don't think they wanna fu** with the murda man, fu** with the murda manfu** with the murda man(well ah haaaa) (x 4) |
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Verse 2yaaaaa'll trippin',not everybody crunk,yall' ni**az gonna make me pop tha trunk,cause |
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I remember way back in the day, when the |
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ATL was'nt gettin no play,then |
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I came out, drop, we ready,ni**az went to bouncin',ridin' dem box chevys, |
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But I guess that was then, |
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This is now.... when |
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I catch ya a** in the street, the guns plow, |
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I represent the heart, |
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I represent the |
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Anger,I represent the real, |
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I represent the danger, |
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I represent the cars, |
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I represent the dream, |
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I represent repect, |
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I'm representin my team,it's |
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Pistol PT, aka the |
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Murda Man, |
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Ya pistol's in ya car, |
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My pistol's in my hand,and you can ask |
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Jan,I shot a ni**a ran,don't think you understand, i'm the fu**in' |
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Murda Man(haaaa) |
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Chours(x 4) |
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Verse 3Stiiiiiill spinnin',empty my magazine, |
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I jump off in my limozine, and fleet the scene, |
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This aint the swat team,this aint' lil scrappy and them, |
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I love that hard sh**,and fu** a platinum,and lil jon', used to be my homie, used to be my ace,now |
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I wanna slap tha taste, out yo mouth,ni**a down south i'm a legend,when u see me, keep mothafu**in' steppin,they flexin... so what u got a |
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A(ATL) Hat ni**a?that don't mean sh**,to a southside killa, |
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What's up |
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Shay, what's up toadd, |
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On that air, shady park, |
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Murda, M - |
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U - R - D - |
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A,i'm bustin' shots at whoever in my way,cockin' my a.k.,don't think they understand.. |
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But I don't think they wanna fu** with the |
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Murda Man(haaaa) |
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Chorus(x 4)(well ah haaaa) |
