DESCRIPTION:
Uncle Murda rips the beat DOWN.

Murda Capitol 2007 COP THAT.


Lyrics:

Ahh man, Im high as a kike.
Hand on my 45 like who going to die tonight?
I know niggas wanna to kill, but who gon ride tonight?
Headshots for the tuff guy that try tonight, aight.
Its going to be a lot of slow singing
Flower bringing, when my 45 start hitting
Bullets fly threw your window, hitting yours moms in the kitchen
Now you over there crying and bitching
Homie I dont give a fuck, my moms aint living
Dont ask how I feel, I aint got no feelings
I can rap, I got crack, Im trying to make me million
I got fiends fiend-up, their lined-up the building
A range rover over mixed tips, cuts your chilling
he say we rolled with your murk, just keep on spittin
Slow down with the streets, I dont want you in prison
You the realest rapper i've met, I got admin it.
Cut once we blast-off, you know the games is finnished
They MC's not gangstas, they all pretending
Shit I read you about news-papers, my crew did it
Suspects fled to scene, killed two victims
Sorry for the victims, we all going to miss them
My crew started laughing, they know Im bullshitting
*good writtings* *aah*
GMG see how I kick it?
Tell popo fuck off, if they happen to listen

Chorus:
Homie, they say im so gangsta
When it comes to the street shit, Im no stranger
45 for that glock, I stay with that banger
When the east is on the house, oh my god, danger.
Playboy they say im so gangsta
When it comes to the street shit, Im no stranger
45 for that glock, I stay with that banger
When the east is on the house, oh my god, danger.

Thise rap kids are soft, tell them I said it
You see they beefed couple more years and then they dedit[?]
They dissrespect each other, rapping tuff.
and when they bumb each other, they be dapping it up.
ya think niggas on the streets give chumbs respect?
word is the rap game new W-W-F
please dont mention thise lanes on and my name in same sentence
cos this thug life shit that I spit, I really live it
Shootouts, took crack blocks, I really did it
Killed mo'fuckas, make sure there is no whitnesses
Drop bodies on the corner, left the men dead stinking
this shit just happen, im said just thinking
THIS FOR YOU NEW RAP UP-COMING ARTIST
I DONT FEEL NON OF YA DUDES, YA ALL GARBAGE
All of yall niggas are soft, trying to be the hardest
Ya are trying too mo'fucking hard, thats the problem
Its natural to me son
You see I rap how I rap Cos
Ima streight G son
Niggas know me son
And I aint just local, my name rings bell in OT son
And Im quick to say fuck a OG son
Yall understand by reading history, son
GMG, this aint no made-up shit
come try me, your ass will get spraid up quick

[Chorus]

Uncle Murda talking:

Ye what up homie? Say hello to the bad guy, you heard?
GMG east new york brooklyn, true stories.