Dj Clue lyrics
Dj Clue lyrics
"Murda Murda Freestyle Lyrics"
Belos E Malditos Lyrics
Belos e malditos Feitos para o prazer Os ltimos a sair Os primeiros a morrer Belos e malditos Eles ou ningum De carne quase sempre So anjos para algum So anjos para algum... Suave Suave A noite De bar em bar<
Belos e malditos Feitos para o prazer Os ltimos a sair Os primeiros a morrer Belos e malditos Eles ou ningum De carne quase sempre So anjos para algum So anjos para algum... Suave Suave A noite De bar em bar<
featuring Murda Inc. + MurdaChild
(Over the "Holla Holla" Instrumental)
Verse One: DMX
Murda Murda I'm the nigga y'all heard of
Keep the game tight wit Clumanati and ???Dura???
Shit be hot time to reach the top
The I N C got new York on Lock
Let's hit the Hot Spot with Foxy Brown
Let's go with Craig G back to Uptown
Nigga fucks wit us nigga gets beatdown
Remember the theory, dogs can't drown
My shit be bootlegged, more than any other rapper
I say fuck it, like EPMD with
They Call Me A Macv Advisor Lyrics
THEY CALL ME A MACV ADVISOR They call me a MACV advisor, For me that's a big sacrifice; I'll advise anyone who will listen But no one will take my advice. I've been told that the ARVN have courage They're the bravest troops you could find, But
??? THEY CALL ME A MACV ADVISOR They call me a MACV advisor, For me that's a big sacrifice; I'll advise anyone who will listen But no one will take my advice. I've been told that the ARVN have courage They're the bravest troops you could find, But
So when the lights go out, you fuck or die
And when the cops question you, you lie or die
Hook: Ja Rule
Murda Murda, everytime Clue be like
Word Up, Word Up -- can't stop the Murda like
Headrush Headrush, get your shit right
and bounce wit the Murda Murda
Say What? (Repeated)
Verse Two: Jay-Z
Step it Up
Jay-Z and INC, bout to Lay it up
Cajz(Casual) or what >>>Hell yeah, nigga
My Mother fuckin name >>>Jigga Jigga
With the motherfuckin >>>Murda Murda
Metalhead Lyrics
The fruits of the earth are dried up in the sun The children can't cry anymore Desperate parents with lean empty hands Their bodies are too weak, too sore Fat bottomed breathers keep talking about hunger And don't even know what it means Under the cloak of pain charity
br /> So get it right, don't get it fucked up
Or I just might have to blow your motherfuckin head up
Cause I go from lyrically strong to lyrically fit
And I'm ready to shit
On anybody who be wantin' to
To talk shit about it
Cause I be motherfuckin Jay-Z
and one third of the group, they call Murder I-N-C
Hook
Verse Thre: MurdaChild
MurdaChild
Type of nigga, that'll turn buckwild
Throw pain to dat ass, for fuckin up the rotation
(What?) Puff Puff Pass
My rhymes and
and cause them niggaz feelin' this
They might make a album, featuring me
a freestyle or somethin with the I-N-C
I'll come through like M.I.B., erase ya memory
Cause DMX said they ain't ready for a nigga like me
Don't forget y'all, when it comes to stackin chips
to drivin whips, there ain't no competition
This shit here is my motherfuckin mission
And yes, I choose to accept it
Me and Clumanati are about to wreck it
So yo Ja Rule
(Word)
Set It!
Hook
The fruits of the earth are dried up in the sun The children can't cry anymore Desperate parents with lean empty hands Their bodies are too weak, too sore Fat bottomed breathers keep talking about hunger And don't even know what it means Under the cloak of pain charity
br /> So get it right, don't get it fucked up
Or I just might have to blow your motherfuckin head up
Cause I go from lyrically strong to lyrically fit
And I'm ready to shit
On anybody who be wantin' to
To talk shit about it
Cause I be motherfuckin Jay-Z
and one third of the group, they call Murder I-N-C
Hook
Verse Thre: MurdaChild
MurdaChild
Type of nigga, that'll turn buckwild
Throw pain to dat ass, for fuckin up the rotation
(What?) Puff Puff Pass
My rhymes and
Got More Rhymes Lyrics
[ VERSE 1 ] Now from planet to planet, and from star to star It doesn't really matter, baby, just who you are And from Earth to solar system, and to galaxy It's real hard to get a ticket to hear Young MC Because I rock like a professi
lyrics be strictly the illest [ VERSE 1 ] Now from planet to planet, and from star to star It doesn't really matter, baby, just who you are And from Earth to solar system, and to galaxy It's real hard to get a ticket to hear Young MC Because I rock like a professi
and cause them niggaz feelin' this
They might make a album, featuring me
a freestyle or somethin with the I-N-C
I'll come through like M.I.B., erase ya memory
Cause DMX said they ain't ready for a nigga like me
Don't forget y'all, when it comes to stackin chips
to drivin whips, there ain't no competition
This shit here is my motherfuckin mission
And yes, I choose to accept it
Me and Clumanati are about to wreck it
So yo Ja Rule
(Word)
Set It!
Hook