BIZZY BONE - Murderah Lyrics

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B : BIZZY BONE : The Gift

BIZZY BONE
The Gift
Murderah Lyrics

Murderah

Murdarah murdarah

Enemies! please! I keep my chest out believe me. 700 laywers and they all actin greedy. money hungry strugglin while thuggin my baby momma complain I'm full wit pain cigrettes tha tame enemies fi
Wit pain. itchy fingers while niggaz they snitched out and bitches inches from havin pussy poppers wit pistol switches picture that! I actually I'm happy daddy just don't understand I'm back on tha
K wit chucks and my man. and store my sexuality when all tha chickens where virgins (now) rebellin in excursions wonderin if it be burnin up suburbans. and my community we watch fights and it re
Dont bother me sadamized by provity cause nobody think bout our babies cause nobody thinkin bout our babies..

Yeaaaaa!!!!!!!! murdarah murdarah

Heavily in tha drug thing and if they can stop saddam from sellin missiles how we satuated wit pistols they illegalize and tax which changed and mark my words they doin tha same thing wit cocain
Herb how we everyday handle well!!! jesus planted tha seeds and help ease lil boys and girls ease there minds and I ain't talkin bout smokin weed tha word iz all you need follow my lead I'm thoro
Know wit different homies barrowed thru different girls have double barrow pro hammers and I sold crack to sherrell and blastin got cleansed to save my selve and no turnin around cause tha (? )
Ause nobody cause no ones thinkin bout our babies cause no ones thinkin bout our babies

Yeaaaaa!!!!!!!! murdarah murdarah

Hea for tha babies and I'm takin my kids wit me see moses never made to tha
Promise land satan come get me he's ready to burn us all baptise iz flames like kane takin tha shot to my body can enemies aim for my brain pray for tha devil hopin he change his ways he still l
N screamin I don't know tha half but tell me wha tha fuck done happen I ain't worried bout a damn thing God got my back remember that and fuck me cause I'm on tha attack cant waste my time wit thes
Gaz my brothers are just like me makin a form wit tha image but I love to scrimmage wit tha team believe in jesus indeed huh gotta get more deeper concentrate on tha love satan iz gettin weaker
Es thinkin bout our babies

Yeaaaaa!!!!!!!! murdarah murdarah


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