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lirik lagu murda mook - i ain't one of them niggaz

[intro: busta rhymes]
king karnov
the conglomerate
murda mook, they got a lot of talk about you going on around town, my n-gga
yeah, a whole lot of talk
a whole lot of gossip
a whole lot of facts

[verse 1:murda mook]
i’m one of them n-ggas that’ll run down and finish you
then got to vlad and promote my album on an interview
see, this is different living, you just in the view
i’m louis 13, and y’all n-ggas pinnacle
taste different, b-ss whipping, shoe b-tches, lace women
and i ain’t tripping, i got a grip
my pockets swollen, i’m just walking in the club while it’s closing
i’m yelling bartender poor a couple up n-gga
and look around, and i see it’s only us n-ggas
f-ck n-ggas, that’s just how i feel
riding round harlem, looking like dollar bill
last week the club owner said “you gotta chill”
this week the club owner say “we gotta chill”
fly shooter, i’m in designer still
funny how i’m pulling all these n-ggas cards without a deal

[hook]
i ain’t one of them n-ggas
disloyal motherf-ckers, i ain’t one of them n-ggas
get caught up motherf-ckers, i ain’t one of them n-ggas
but them royal motherf-ckers, yeah i’m one of them n-ggas
right, you’s a b-tch, i ain’t one of them n-ggas
you be diming on the strip, i ain’t one of them n-ggas
and then you die up on the strip, i ain’t one of them n-ggas
but supplying up the strip, yeah i’m one of them n-ggas

[verse 2: murda mook]
looking at my twitter feed like what the f-ck you talking bout
see a n-gga loaded lux called me out
man why he show his gun to a k!ller
and got mad, like he must think that i’m one of them n-ggas
different kind of guy, i spit crack, i spit cyanide
get one dose of this sh-t and you’ll probably die
tell bus bring the track round, all these dudes run laps round
y’all say pardon my back, i say pardon my backdown
we them calm n-ggas, we let you act wild
when we on it, this thing sing, my mac wowed
make it hot till it boil my n-gga
cook c0ke like i cook arroz con pollo my n-gga
we deal with straight drop, you do the oil my n-gga
and we shared sweaters if i’m gon coil my n-gga
ain’t got time to be worrying bout who is you
i ain’t got peripheral vision, n-gga my shooters do (easy!)

[hook]

[outro: busta rhymes]
let it be indoctrinated
those who are sk!lled in combat
do not become angered
those who are sk!lled at winning
do not become afraid
thus the wise win before the fight
while the ignorant fight to win
appreciate the jewel, fool!
we having fun with this sh-t!
we establishing the rules of this motherf-cking hip hop
stop looking for excuses n-ggas
punishment
murda mook
yeah it’s ok to calm down now
easy, n-gga!

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