Murda Mook Personal текст песни, слова песни Personal Murda Mook & Cassidy
Murda Mook - Personal
feat. Cassidy
Wussup with' you?
Man, these niggas out here in the streets talkin' crazy man
Yea?
I don't know how you takin' it
Man, I'm takin' it personal
I'm a wind up hurting you motherfuckers
Cause you're hatin' and I'm taking it personal, motherfucker
Yeah, I'm a wind up murkin' you motherfuckers
Cause you're hatin' and I'm taking it personal, motherfucker
Take it how you wanna take it, however you wanna take it
Take it how you wanna take it, however you wanna take it
Oh shit, I'm six feet dirting you motherfuckers
Cause you're hatin' and I'm taking it personal, motherfucker
I just parked in my alley
Now I'm feeling like John Gatti
Illuminati, what we mind sole in my body
Fuck him, still got Shawty with the Shawty
Popping out on dice games and if I ace it's a robbery
These niggas talk fowl like they got stripes on them
Since the mighty Axel wired red lights on 'em
But I could fight, so I don't have to let my kids go
Leave you on a pacer for what I do with my hands, bro!
Just know, you're trying to go, we ain't playing fair
You ain't even got enough gas to take it there
I ain't trying to while, I'm trying to get my dome cooked
Bitch could give me more chin than a Chinese phone book
You niggas caught me out of bounds, y'all should've dibbed me
Cause when we catch y'all out of bounds, y'all niggas history
See all out there frontin'? Now we gotta air something
All my niggas ride with four scots, we don't spend nothing
I'm a wind up hurting you motherfuckers
Cause you're hatin' and I'm taking it personal, motherfucker
Yeah, I'm a wind up murkin' you motherfuckers
Cause you're hatin' and I'm taking it personal, motherfucker
Take it how you wanna take it, however you wanna take it
Take it how you wanna take it, however you wanna take it
Oh shit, I'm six feet dirting you motherfuckers
Cause you're hatin' and I'm taking it personal, motherfucker
I throw bullets like a quarter back
Put a hole the size of a quarter in your hat with the automat
For some ransom money you'd get your daughter snatched
If you hand me some money you'll never get your daughter back
I had fun with you baby momma, and recorded that
On her tongue where I left my sons and my daughters at
I bust a bunch of unborns on that dumb jawn
Told you if I see a baby father then a gun drawn
Man, you can hate it if you wanna hate it
But it's money to be made
And I'm a make it how I wanna make it
I'm straight sunning you niggas
Cause I don't like none of you, niggas
And you can take it how you wanna take it
Motherfucker, it's the hustle at Murda Mook
And I'll fuckin' murder you, you try murder Mook
And murder Mook, I'll murder you, you try murder me
Cause I'm the best nigga, even deaf niggas heard of me
I'm a wind up hurting you motherfuckers
Cause you're hatin' and I'm taking it personal, motherfucker
Yeah, I'm a wind up murkin' you motherfuckers
Cause you're hatin' and I'm taking it personal, motherfucker
Take it how you wanna take it, however you wanna take it
Take it how you wanna take it, however you wanna take it
Oh shit, I'm six feet dirting you motherfuckers
Cause you're hatin' and I'm taking it personal, motherfucker
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