Bad Azz Lyrics

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Murderous MCz Lyrics

Set some fire to this

 Then puff, puff, and hold it in

 Take a head spin, life's a high and then you die

 You might die peaceful, you might die tragic

 My life's like magic, rock Bentleys through traffic

 Before I see a casket I got to see some section on my weight

 That there'd probably stress myself to death

 With all the attempts to stay sane and get rich

 It all depends on maintain and get chips

 Like in Casinos in Vegas, I only interact with playas who ride major

 I only move for the paper

 It ain't hard, but it sure ain't easy

 Gotta touch what ya see if ya like what ya lookin at

 You can die askin other people 'what you lookin at?'

 Touchin that make us get to bustin at ya

 Now you where nothin's at, ain't no discussin that

 Keep it on the quiet, all that jaw-jackin cause riots

 More life loss, how much do a life cost?

 You ain't got the dough for that, we ain't finna go for that

 We livin too low for that, with nothin to lose

 I ain't got nothin to lose, everything I touch'll come up

 I'm waitin 'round now for little mama with her pistols for sell

 Her baby daddy in jail

 And these his gun sheets sell to me upstate

 Right now doin eight for a federal

 That's what they tellin me in the hood the other day

 You find who's doin what, in the strangest way

 

 (Chorus)

 What, what is it, nigga, you ain't heard of us?

 You ain't never ever heard the word murderer?

 What is it, nigga, you ain't heard of us?

 You ain't never ever heard the word murderer?

 What is it, nigga, you ain't heard of us?

 You ain't never ever heard the word murderer?

 What is it, nigga, you ain't heard of us?

 You ain't never ever heard the word murderer?

 

 We heard that the word done got around pretty quick

 'Cause on the eastside, man, it's been poppin and shit

 I caught ya mouth runnin, that's black ??? on the beatin

 That's Bad Azz rappin, that's the truth, yes on that one

 But sometimes the word on the street can get you beat

 And other times it get so deep the way a nigga need some heat

 So outta yo' mouth please keep my name

 So we can keep this on a level where the seat don't flame

 To think and say to thought, is a blessing itself

 And if you get begged to talk, that's a blessing for wealth

 But your best bet is to know when to say what, why's that? 'Cause you can get

 your people ???, aiiiight

 When that happen people die unhappy

 And what could be said and who can hear you when your dead

 They talkin 'bout the words was once thoughts in ya head

 You told 'em when you really should've sold 'em, now that's a fact

 So quote the words if you caught it

 And it's out my mouth, and you done heard you done bought it

 Game, paid

 

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 Money that keep us livin, the hungry people is dyin

 This crooked road we walkin, the devil he keep us lyin

 We fightin amongst each other, the sistas they turn on brothas

 The kids could barely live without they fathers and they mothers

 The hate, they keep us losin, no fate, it's so confusin

 You wait, you be the victim of the pickin and the choosin

 The cops, they wanna kill us, it's nobody there to help us

 So please somebody get on the phone and call Jesus

 We dyin out here for no reason, death's every season

 Life's like an asthma attack

 Barely breathin, you on point and get smoked like a joint

 Please belive it, the devil's so deceivin

 He'll have you at his magic show with all the tricks up his sleeve

 And you believe him, he gone take your ass with him to a bad place

 You gon' wanna be with us, cryin with a sad face

 

 Money that keep us livin, the hungry people is dyin

 This crooked road we walkin, the devil he keep us lyin

 The kids could barely live without they fathers and they mothers

 The hate, they keep us losin, no fate, it's so confusin

 You wait, you be the victim of the pickin and the choosin

 The cops, they wanna kill us, it's nobody there to help us

 So please somebody get on the phone and call Jesus

 We dyin out here for no reason, death's every season

 Life's like an asthma attack

 Barely breathin, you on point and get smoked like a joint

 Please belive it, the devil's so deceivin

 He'll have you at his magic show with all the tricks up his sleeve

 And you believe him, he gone take your ass with him to a bad place

 You gon' wanna be with us, cryin with a sad face