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Hello, Tah Murdah Has a message for To accept the message Press one To cancel the message Tah Murdah 2001 Murdah INC.motherf***er Mr.Fingis got beat Gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta Murder, murder F*** y'all niggas Talkin' about Uh, gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta This is how we do 2001, 2001 nigga Check this sh*t Now everybody just Bounce, bounce My POV city hustlers Bounce, bounce All my hood slimies And Prada mamis Letras de cancionesSee how we fall off In the club It's nothing but love Plenty bottles of skimy Twisted and stick bud And it fifty-fifty love All across the board dog Gully respect Gully Never floss for broads Get out of my character When she back it up And after something good performs I'll have you get up on it Ma, I'll give it How you want it Make you a new lady Coconut open her crazy Now all day she two way me Type of sh*t like "Ooh baby" Everything you do is gravy And models I'm hitting lately So all you can do is hate me Stare me down and Screw face me Hype ya man up to lace me C'mon, all y'all buttersoft Sweeter then tastys My hands grip two hammers Double action Prime time Nigga minus the action Chorus: Now get ya Motherf***in' hands up high Touch the sky And if you holding weight Nigga get it up Mamis in the club looking right Oh you ain't spending the night? Give her the pen number Mami hit me up We can sky tell tag Till I get you in the Back of the Jag After we burn a bag I'ma rip it up Oh you a balla Then ball to this My pimps, gangstas, and dogs I ain't mad at you Now here me holla out Gangsta, gangsta Paperchase I love the cake, and petite mamis Wit' the coke bottle shape So keep shakin that money maker Mama I can't hate ya Its a cold world, ol' girl So take advice from a pimp What I'm spittin' is Venomous, and listen When the chrome rims glistenin' On the 'lac truck Traffic get backed up We finish the cloud And smoke some spinach Niggas ain't big enough To ghost arounds a menace I'm heavy weight And I ain't speakin' Bought pounds and venice Use to spit off, and spark And now its business When you see me holla Like you know me I ain't scared homie Picked up the mic And put down the gat And yo, now I rap and Blow wit' a fire ash and flow You know, and dog I ain't gotta repeat it Right in front of ya eyes Ya see it, the best kept secret Repeat chorus And you know its Only right and necassary That I smash Freddy After spittin' heavy Ba, methaphors God My sh*t is delly Swift and better Believe I'm focussed now Feed you to the vultures Murderous poster child Click, clak, pow The pound sort of dropped Catch me full of that hall Or goin' on them pops Thats what I love livin' in Love them thugged women Who will hustle and Grind when its hard times Playa, we came in this game Wit' no gimmicks Ya finished, diminshed ya Frame that hangs in it Straight business wit' No limits, like Master P So if you bout that Scrilla my nilla Then stack them cheese And twist up Burn a vanilla dutch We live it up No bread, d*ck and big red We givin' sl*ts I'm just a villain Willing to kill for They pot of gold You gotta know It's all for the dough Repeat chorus Yeah, its a playa event nigga All my playas ya heard me POV city nigga, yeah, uh Heart of the grimsy Cheddar boys, murderism Yeah, its goin' down nigga 2001, murder, murder Uh, uh, gangsta, gangsta C-life From Letras Mania