Blockstyle Murderah - 11/5



[Taydatay]

Stack chips like Don Trump

Comin' wit the slump

So original head bustas

Makin' moves from the junk

Mashin' niggas [???]

We stay loaded, fully loaded

Let the game be noted

We only comin' wit the coldest, hold up

In '99 we breakin' 'em off wit major heat

Sweepin' the industry off they feet

Hypnotize 'em wit the beats

It's the most hated, America's most blunted

See niggas come from the bottom

Then we turn around and run it

Comfront it, we got cha

Hollow points in the chamber

Releasin' the anger

Fuckin' around get caught up in the caper

People stoppin' my paper

Ain't no time for no games

I'm watchin' niggas catch the vapors

While I'm doin' my thang

I hit the back and I swang

Niggas and bitches they be jockin'

They wanna floss wit us

Cuz they know we 'bout the lock and load

We warmed up for the score

'Bout to hit 'em wit a little bit of hardcore



[Chorus] x 2

Cuz in my lifetime I'd a done gang of shit

Invloved wit 211's, 187's for the chills

Another blockstyle murderah

Another blockstyle murderah

We 'bout to have it bitch



[Hennessy]

And since I was a itty bitty niggy on the corner

I was a performer

Now my music gets women through California

Love to get up on it

We disinigrate all opponents

And represent niggas, windows tinted

Till you can't [??]

It's the O to the fuckin' A-K

D to the A-L-D

Fuck what the haters say, we paper chase

So you can't tell me a muthafuckin' thang

But the [?]

We [?] too much blood gushers

Cuz you ain't the one that run the hood

We [?] from the goods

Like they say, "Talk is



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