grew up harder But I ain't been to many operas Or had money for private doctors As harsh it sound, these just a tears of a clown I grew up hard, maybe
[Bizzy Bone-Chorus] Murdah is out of control Murdah just let it blow (It blow) Word up if you bucked a mothafucka down for taken ya dough (Taken ya dough
, I'm dumbing now for these rounds I'm a live mothefucker plus I'm gunning for clowns You're mine motherfucker, don't be coming for pounds So you can
For a long time, I kick the strong rhymes You're empty-handed and stranded cause you were standing in the wrong line This is not the fate is for sure
decide if imma walk or ride I slide up and put the barrel to her neck and scoot bitch Im driveing and were in pursuit of your loot bitch Im dirty wicked for
to get her to handle somethin And late at night she got cum drippin out her bellybutton That good for nothin bitch is useless for a convict Im nuttin
survive like a pimp No jherri curls, waves, perms, or crimps The ever-nappy crew setting the mood I raise my fuel for my firm attitude Walking through
pistol play Freddy, confedi [Chorus] [Young Bleed] Uhh, seldom seem in the platinum dream, hustlin for cream By any means necessary, top it off with a cherry For
my dues I'm at the top of the food chain And I should get an award for slept on peeps So this beat'll be perfect for my acceptance speech Forever loved
I learn to differ swift stimulation of a soul snatcher. Oh! Here they come Jay-Z, 15 deep In a clown car wit make-up, but I got make-up For ya - wake
will it be weary Do I need to pay attention to conspiracy theories Is the government systematically destroyin the population for the progress of world
(feat St. Lunatics) (City Spud) Yo, 'for the nigga mention my name I let him know the deal I'm the nigga, same nigga, thought was a lame nigga Now I
: [Bizzy Bone-Chorus] Murdah is out of control Murdah just let it blow (It blow) Word up if you bucked a mothafucka down for taken ya dough (Taken ya