murda (Murda) I think the reign is callin murder (Mur - da) [3rd verse:] Nobody loves me Sometimes I wish the good Lord would come down and hug me I
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ain't got to beg Legs behind your head, on the edge of your bed Steady pumping and I'm bumping, and I'm leaving it red Whooping the life out the butt, now and
out wit ya man and and he roll up, turn to him, twink dat eye and twick dat ass up, so when ya out wit ya man and and he roll up, turn to him, wink dat
better get a gun When the bitch come Better know She's a psycho killa Killa Hard When he hit that piece And then get her up And out With a dis Scarred
Tec Took a big chunk a meat out the head and neck Reckless when I'm drunk, livin on the edge But I pledge to keep you motha fuckas crunk Sinista got the funk, and
it stressful, I'ma make it hard They can't hang nowhere from the 3rd to the 9th ward (3rd to the 9th ward) Chorus x2 Verse 3: I could be dirty tomorrow
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