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lirik lagu da youngsta's - murda

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[intro]
murda, murda
murda, murda
murda, murda
murda, murda
murda

[verse 1: q~ball]
yo, i pick up the gat and go on a mission
fishin’ for the next n~gga that gets caught slippin’
i load the clip in, stuffin’ my gat over my d~ck and
oh sh~t, here comes my n~gga with the blue sinkin’ lincoln
he says, “i’m tryna come up with this cash
what’s up with robbin’ that mellon bank on city ave.?”
i said, “son, you’re kinda rushin’ it too much
but then again, i’m tryna come up with a lexus that’s plush
and plus, i just got out for doin’ two
sh~t is trife, if i’m caught for that, i’m doin’ 25 to life”
he said, “nah, ayo, it’s sweet like that
i got the place mapped, come on, we can hit ’em at dawn”
“f~ck it, they can kick the bucket, when we gonna do this?”
he said, “tomorrow morning, but you gotta keep your lips zipped”
i said, “don’t worry about that, just hit me up
i got the mac, guards in there and the fear gеt laid on they back”

[chorus: q~ball]
if you wanna feel the ruckus, step up and gеt buck
(yeah, check it out)
come on, press your luck and lose your strut
(it’s strictly what?)
i’m tryna come up with this cash at last
(reek geez and taj mahal)
and then dash on that ass (and q~ball), real fast (standing tall)
if you wanna feel the ruckus, step up and get buck
(i’m tryna come up with this cash)
come on, press your luck and lose your strut
(real fast, and then dash)
i’m tryna come up with this cash at last
(n~ggas in my way get laid on they ass)
and then dash on that ass, real fast (check it out)
[verse 2: q~ball]
yo, i ran up in there with the mac with a bag over my shoulder
“shut up, this is a holdup”
put your hands up, unless you’re gonna lose your strut
from the bullet in your b~tt, either or your gut
jumped up on the counter, told the b~tch to give me the loot
make it snappy, hurry up, sis, or i’m gonna shoot
my mans in the back makin’ everybody lay down
while the guard’s corner creepin’ his four~pound
yo, he pulled, shot five times, hit my man twice
i turned around firin’ the mac which ended his life
yo, it’s gettin’ hype, i’m all up in this on the solo
pick up the money, ran out the back, and it was po~po
aimin’ at me, it was only one way out
so i shot at him, he shot back at me, which took me out
now i’m in the youth, on the fifth floor in section a
where n~ggas is murderous criminals, most went astray
now my new lay, it’s strictly chucks with khaki suits
no more gats, it’s all about scr~ppin’ and who got the biggest whack
it’s f~cked up it gotta be like that
but soon i’ll adapt, it’s strictly murder, no rap, n~gga

[chorus: q~ball]
if you wanna feel the ruckus, step up and get buck
(check it out, that’s how we do that)
come on, press your luck and lose your strut
(it’s strictly what?)
i’m tryna come up with this cash at last
(i’m tryna come up with this cash)
and then dash on that ass (real fast), real fast (and then dash)
if you wanna feel the ruckus, step up and get buck
(n~gga, what, comin’ straight outta illy philly)
come on, press your luck and lose your strut
(slums, n~gga)
i’m tryna come up with this cash at last
(yeah, yeah)
and then dash on that ass (qg), real fast
[outro: q~ball]
quran goodman, the don
(murda, murda)
top of the mafia
murda, murda
murda, murda
murda, murda
murda, murda
murda, murda
murda, murda
murda, murda
murda, murda


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