This is a warning, warning, warning!
This is a warning, warning, warning!
It’s a new job!
This is a warning, warning, warning!
Brooklyn!
I get money, I get money,
Uhuu, I’m getting bait, but I ain’t planned,
I ain’t planned, I smack the shit out the hater.
At your door, with the false, who they’re calling me biggie,
These rappers is imposters, …
... these monkeys, uhuu they want no drama,
Hey frank I’m taking the girl,
Uhuu, I don’t need my …
I’m no magic, got a magician, uhuuu they fear us,
I snap my finger, abracadabra make niggers disappear.
I’m a big dog, pitbull, uhuu, a rottweiler,
They love dogs, yankees, they’re a bunch of chiwawas,
They’re be calling me jason,
Uhuu I’m freddie... biting niggers when they’re sleeping.
Master with the…
This is a warning, warning, warning!
Aha! yeah!
This is a warning, warning, warning!
I get money, I get money,
Uhuu, I’m getting bait, but I ain’t planned,
I ain’t planned, I smack the shit out the hater.
They’d be saying, they’d be saying …
You end up and you wait, these rappers she called the…
They’d be saying… uhuu, I’mma stay…
I’m a menace to society, ask the boys in the hood.
... uhuu, I got…
... rappers with a gun, diddy you…
First tip you see a model,
Uhuu, she’s from the hood, licking on my lollipop,
Uhuu, she’s licking good.
They ain’t tugging they’d be fighting,
Uhuu, is just a…
They’re rapping like…
Uhuu that means they finish.
This is a warning, warning, warning!
Aha!
This is a warning, warning, warning!
I get money, I get money,
Uhuu, I’m getting bait, but I ain’t planned,
I ain’t planned, I smack the shit out the hater
They’d d be hating... some haters,
Uhuu, I got ‘em sick,
They can’t beat me, they’re the giants,
Uhuu, I’m … they’re doing bad, real bad,
Uhuu I know they hate me,
They can’t believe it I’m the…
Yeah, I say fuck ‘em baby!
Fuck!
The … and I got next to emo,
Getting... by myself, uuu, they call at me rambo.
... uuu, light up a candle,
I ain’t care what I’m for,...
I’m a bow wow, uuu, they’re calling me boss,
The bodies on top of bodies…
This is a warning, warning, warning!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
This is a warning, warning, warning!
[Chorus:]
I'm so G'd up, from the feet up
All my niggas B, or they P'd up, some C'd up
Yes we E'd up, one thing for sure, we G'd up
White boy, yes we wasted
We don't pack blunts we two faced shit
Old school shorty I'm bassin
All they trapers like they wasted [?]
I'm about my money like Mayweather, hommie
I'm a winna, you a looser like Sam Mosly [?]
Niggers think they're harder than me, I be like wow,
I think these new songs sound like [?]
I feel like I just came home from jail
I A bomb, move from italics to the bell [?]
Because I'm a sizer, we pack the lammas
We pitbulls, doberman, bitches an rottweilers
So all you little wannabe [?] can get it
I get away with murder, I'm O.J. Simpson
The blood above [?] [?] veins
I'm geed up, talk to em waka flacka flame
[Chorus:]
I'm so G'd up, from the feet up
All my niggas B, or they P'd up, some C'd up
Yes we E'd up, one thing for sure, we G'd up
White boy, yes we wasted
We don't pack blunts we two faced shit
Old school shorty I'm bassin
All they trapers like they wasted [?]
Niggas think they're wavy, they ain't really wavy
[?] test flow, you gotta be crazy, you gotta be insane
Fuckin with the murder team
Niggas turn momma's house into a murder scene
Modern day biggie, modern day Jay
I can make Nicki believe she not gay
I stay with a bad bitch, swag Ray-Jay
I might do a sex tape, me and Kim K.
I fuck her like a G to a rap cd,
She's singin one blood but she bout to do 3
I let her smash the hommies, I'm the big hommie
5, 000 dumb moves that [?] kill for me
[Chorus:]
I'm so G'd up, from the feet up
All my niggas B, or they P'd up, some C'd up
Yes we E'd up, one thing for sure, we G'd up
White boy, yes we wasted
We don't pack blunts we two faced shit
Old school shorty I'm bassin
Brooklyn
Sway
Let's go baby!
I'm in the hood with it
Hole up, hole up
Take your time baby
Let's get it right
I'm in the hood with y'all all day
Who really want Brooklyn
Uncle Murda [?]
Certain people don't want to ehar nothing
Like fuck all them niggas big still runnin
I [?] me even dancing with Diddy
All eyes on me now I'm runnin the city
Look these rappers has their chance but they get busy
Tell em [?] east coast we found a new biggy
[?] don't dance but that's my my Diddy
Look he say he gonna mark the whole fifty
All right
Let me get it right [?] that's right yeah
This is lie so it's lie for [?]
Okay alright
Listen man
If you ain't talking about big money and big cars
Big cribs and chicks with no kids homie what's the point
Man, what's the mother fucking point?
Shit
If you ain't' talking bout big deals, big businesses
I'm talking money that it take care your kids grandkinds homie
What's the point?
What's the mother fuck point?
He had a baby with Beyonce, look at his Cadillac man
Are you going [?] homie
What's the point?
What's the mother fucker point?
About me and nation happen but I took that paper [?] happen
Homie that was the point, that was the mother fucking point
All you gotta do call your [?] get your hustler
But you still live mother crib homie
What's the point
What's the mother fucker point
She got a new bad new shoes or [?]
She looking fancy but her kids like [?] shawty
What's the point in being a fly bitch
What's the mother fucker point
Good lookin for this one Preemo! East New York! Summertime Shootouts!
[Hook:]
I ain't talkin bout the weather when I say it's hot (I'm not)
It's the summertime, mad bodies gon drop (Bam!)
Niggas that got beef gon be in the same spot (oww)
Like here them niggas go, somebody's gon get shot (they right there)
Here them niggas go, somebody's gon get shot (right there)
It's the summertime, mad bodies gon drop (Bam!)
That's what I'm talkin bout when I say it's hot (ya heard!)
It's the summertime, mad bodies gon drop (drop, drop)
[Verse:]
Any day goes when it's warm (any day!)
Dudes done even shot up my grandmama door
If the dude want beef with me, tell him whatever
When I kill him, tell his kids that they fuckin pop should've known better (daddy dead)
I don't play games, I ain't Nick Cannon
When I wild out (ya heard) dudes gettin headshots from the cannon (Bam!)
Can't roll with me and be no bitch nigga
I eat you fool like I'm blood and you crip nigga (I'm 31)
Can't be around GMG and be a rat
It's like being the only blood in a crip house screamin out brrrrat
This for them dudes in the can behind the bars
When they listen to my music, they close they eyes and think they in the car (yup!)
They think about that money they was gettin (oww)
Them hoes they was hittin (oww), the bricks they was flippin, they was chillin (DAMN!)
Man, nothin don't last forever, first time I shot at a cop I had a Beretta (PIG!)
It's a 100 degrees and my AC broke
First nigga look at me wrong gon get smoked
My attitude is fuck whoever, he gon get clapped
My grandmom's like, boy I raised you better than that (I know)
I'm like grandma -"it's hot", I ain't with the bullshit (I ain't)
I'm ready to pop, my Mac got a full clip (50 shots)
I'm the kid that fuck up the dice game
If I lose my money niggas gon lose they life mane (aww)
[Hook:]
I ain't talkin bout the weather when I say it's hot (no)
It's the summertime, mad bodies gon drop (Bam!)
Niggas that got beef gon be in the same spot (oww)
Like here them niggas go, somebody's gon get shot (there they go)
Here them niggas go, somebody's gon get shot (they right there)
It's the summertime, mad bodies gon drop (Bam!)
That's what I'm talkin bout when I say it's hot (that's what I'm talkin bout)
It's the summertime, mad bodies gon drop (Bang!)
[Outro: talkin]
YA HEARD!
Summertime Shootouts, you know how it's goin down in the summertime nigga
Niggas that got beef gon be goin to the same clubs, the same block parties, niggas is fuckin the same bitches
And I feel sorry for the nigga that don't got his hammer on him man
Don't get caught slippin in the summertime nigga
Niggas will make you primetime news nigga, ya heard!
Shout out to all my niggas that's in jail
I know it's hotter than a motherfucker in there right now man
Hold your motherfuckin head tho nigga
I'm workin on them appeals, ya heard
Free my nigga Dbo Brown
Real nigger talk shut the fuck hoe
Real nigger talk shut the fuck hoe
Real nigger talk shut the fuck hoe
Real nigger talk shut the fuck hoe
Is the type of music that you need to get used to
Got the club bouncing like I [?] used to
[?] from New York [?] need to stop rapping if.,. is over
[?] id don't give a fuck about your feelings
Sorry I ain't trying to find your love [?]
I got so many wives niggers think I took my [?] they want me to try it
They recognize when they see a real nigger [?]
Just show me the [?]
Real nigger talk shut the fuck hoe
Real nigger talk shut the fuck hoe
Real nigger talk shut the fuck hoe
Real nigger talk shut the fuck hoe
Murder [?] real nigger talk how to [?] real nigger talk
[?] fly on the pot [?] cool [?] like a [?] nigger [?] a horror show
[?] up in the club take a girl like [?] roll that know we get high [?]
Wish a nigger try we are running town
Real nigger talk shut the fuck hoe
Real nigger talk shut the fuck hoe
Real nigger talk shut the fuck hoe
Real nigger talk shut the fuck hoe
[?] get the money one hundred bills yo
[?] if I ain't getting paper [?] I got too big for the States
[?] you don't feel sorry for [?] you know I. you know I roll
[?] I work off for miles don't ask me for shit
[?] nobody in my true soul [?]
Real nigger talk shut the fuck hoe
Real nigger talk shut the fuck hoe
Real nigger talk shut the fuck hoe
[Intro:]
Exclusive! GMG! Manhood! East New York! Tuneheads!
Uncle Murda! The Invasion! Brooklyn! Awww!
[Hook:]
Tell Hova that Murda's runnin the city now! (I'm bringin it back!)
Tell Diddy that Murda's runnin the city now! (It's a wrap!)
Tell Russell that Murda's runnin the city now! (Aww man!)
Tell 50 that Murda's runnin the city now! (Whattup!)
[Verse 1:]
Look I shot many men many men fear me
Even gangstas when I come around get leary
Like I don't want him near me, that boy schemin
Keep yo' hand on yo' gun be ready to start squeezin
This man said I knoow, let Murda try some'n
These kids feelin themselves they must be high or some'n
Then I step to 'em they like what up son!
I'm like what up mu'fucker y'all see my gun
Then them dudes start stutterin like wh-wh-what you talkin 'bout?
Then we rob these niggas they like wh-wh-what's this all about
My man heard you talkin slick yeah that's what happened
Now we violatin y'all for actin like it can't happen
The jokes on y'all you see all the chicks laughin
Then we take 'em to the back and let my little man's clap 'em
My little man hit him all up in his fitted cap
Told him tell Biggie that Murda's bringin the city back (Bang nigga!)
[Hook:]
Tell Flex that Murda's runnin the city now! (Tell 'em!)
Tell Angie that Murda's runnin the city now! (The voice of New York!)
Tell Enuff that Murda's runnin the city now! (Heavy Hitters!)
Yo Mister Cee, Murda's runnin the city now! (The Finisher!)
Tell Brooklyn that Murda's runnin the city now! (BK!)
Tell The Bronx that Murda's runnin the city now! (The Boogie Down!)
Tell Queens that Murda's runnin the city now!
Tell Harlem that Murda's runnin the city now!
[Verse 2:]
I know how it feels to win I know it feels to lose
My Gettin Money Gangstas I run with the realest crew
I do what the killers do, so when I spit at you
I ain't just rappin know why I get at you
I'll hit yo' punk ass up 'fore I hit at you
I know you heard of Murda I ain't shootin and missin dude
They said I'm an animal I'm uncontrollable
I ain't like these rap cats I'll put a hole in you
These streets said the same thing yeah they know it to
That's why they embrace me they know what I'm goin through
People in the hood like Murda you killin 'em
I used to bump they shit but now I ain't feelin 'em
I only bump yo' shit your songs more realler son
You should change your name to Uncle Murda The Killer son
You ain't like Jay you know he that drug dealer son
You that BK boy with that finger on the trigger son
Cause they know it that ego gettin bigger son
But that's aight cause right now you that nigga son
You that new boss you the boss of the East Coast
When I go to L.A. I'm keepin my heat close
You see they made B.I.G. rest in peace y'all
I think somebody reachin that ass is meatloaf
He finito, man, tell Biggie to tell Pac
That the East Coast is back Murda rollin with The ROC
[Hook:]
Tell Envy that Murda's runnin the city now! (Tell 'em!)
Tell Slay that Murda's runnin the city now! (Drama King!)
Tell self that Murda's runnin the city now!
Green already know that Murda's runnin the city now! (The Invasion!)
Tell Brooklyn that Murda's runnin the city now! (BK!)
Tell The Bronx that Murda's runnin the city now! (The Boogie Down!)
Tell Queens that Murda's runnin the city now!
Tell Harlem that Murda's runnin the city now!
[Outro:]
Tell Staten Island nigga! Tell Long Island nigga!
Fuck outta here you bitches! I'm bringin the city back!
You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love
How to love
You had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in the corner tryna put it together
How to love
How to love
For a second you were here
Why you over there?
It's hard not to stare, the way you moving your body
Like you never had a love
Never had a love
When you was just a young'un you're looks but so precious
But now your grown up
So fly it's like a blessing but you can't have a man look at you for 5 seconds
Without you being insecure
You never credit yourself so when you got older
It's seems like you came back 10 times over
Now you're sitting here in this damn corner
Looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulder
See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love
How to love
See you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in the corner tryna put it together
How to love
How to love
For a second you were here
Why you over there?
It's hard not to stare the way you moving your body
Like you never had a love
Had a love
You had a lot of dreams that transform to visions
The fact that you saw the world affected all your decisions
But it wasn't your fault
Wasn't in your intentions
You the one here talking to me
You don't wanna listen
But I admire your poppin bottles and dippin'
Just as much as you admire bartending and stripping
Baby, so don't be mad
Nobody else trippin
You see a lot of crooks and the crooks still crook
See You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love
How to love
See you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in the corner tryna put it together
How to love
How to love
Oooh,
See I just want you to know
That you deserve the best
You're beautiful
You're beautiful
Yeah
And I want you to know, you're far from the usual
Far from the usual
You see you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love
How to love
See you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in the corner tryna put it together
How to love
How to love
See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love
How to love
See you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in the corner tryna put it together
How to love
[Intro: Uncle Murda]
EAST NEW YORK!
[singer (Uncle Murda):]
I'm smokin that la, la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la
La, la, la, la (CARTER!)
I'm smokin that la, la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la
La, la, la, la (BROOKLYN!)
[Chorus: Uncle Murda (singer)]
They call me Uncle (MURDERA!)
I'm a Gettin Money Gangsta (MURDERA!)
Them girls be all on me (MURDERA!)
Yeah they love me like thaaaaaaaaaat! (MURDERA!)
[Verse 1: Uncle Murda {Sample from Taana Gardener's "Heartbeat}]
OH! If you know me you know I'm so, street
And I ain't got no love for the po-lice
It's a recession I still get it for so, cheap
Niggas that's gettin them bricks off know, me
Look I be on the grind gettin mo-ney
If you broke you get no love from the ho-neys
Shorty that nigga you with, ain't, street
He shook baby I can hear his {Heart-beat}
His friends said, I don't want no pro-blems
Tell duke relax we ain't gonna rob, him
Look I don't know is it me or the bi-ma
Or is she just a freak like Adi-na
But she all over me like ba-by
I just met her and she said I drive her cra-zy
You know I got the nine, tucked
Like whatever I'm on point like the line-up
[Chorus: Uncle Murda]
They call me Uncle (MURDERA!)
I'm a Gettin Money Gangsta (MURDERA!)
Them girls be all on me (MURDERA!)
Yeah they love me like thaaaaaaaaaat! (MURDERA!)
(I'm smokin that la, la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la, la, la, la, la)
(Yeaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!)
[Bridge: singer {Sample from Taana Gardener's "Heartbeat}]
Oh, I don't know... he told me that's he was alright (was alright?)
Well, all I know, she creepin with me tonight (she comin with me!)
It's all your fault, she said you ain't treat her right
No hands nor belt, but I'm about to beat tonight
{Now you know this just don't make NO kind of sense}
[Verse 2: Uncle Murda]
Broke nigga, get OUT, my face
I'm on the pa-per chase
If you ain't talkin 'bout money, don't be talkin to meeeeee!
(Okay, don't waste no time)
You better get on, the grind
If you broke, you're NO, friend of mine
I don't want your bail-up rubbin out off on meeeeeeee! (OHH!)
I, I, I, can't die
I got shot in my head, and survived
Man, I know I'm here for a r-eal rea-sooooon (I'm special!)
Dem bullets wasn't hurt-in me
I felt like Her-cules
Man, ask the doctor I was barely bleed-innnn
(A good doctor!)
[Chorus: Uncle Murda]
They call me Uncle (MURDERA!)
I'm a Gettin Money Gangsta (MURDERA!)
Them girls be all on me (MURDERA!)
Yeah they love me like thaaaaaaaaaat! (MURDERA!)
(I'm smokin that la, la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la, la, la, la, la)
(I'm smokin that la, la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la, la, la, la, la)
(Yeaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!)
They call me Uncle (MURDERA!)
I'm a Gettin Money Gangsta (MURDERA!)
Them girls be all on me (MURDERA!)
Yeah they love me like thaaaaaaaaaat! (MURDERA!)
Brooklyn, brooklyn, brooklyn,
Oh I got rid of my old broad
Now I'm with my new chick
She had an old sugar daddy
Baby I'm your new [?]
Just bought a cadillac, I don't know how to drive
Got shot in the head, man I don't know how to dive
I [?] with this old head, just bought a [?]
Old head thought he was nino, got killed by a new jag
Bought a bunch of louie dicks, I ain't even way again
I know these niggers albums [?] I ain't even hear that
Remember me dead bro, look at me up now
Fly fly, she looking like I'm from up town
My defense make your [?] shut down
I stop niggers from scoring the winning touchdown
We in the crib, counting all this paper
We them independent niggers that moving like the matrix
I'm a thug, like my nigger tupac
Outlaw, ask about me, [?] shootouts with the cops
I'm a thug, or hear from
He [?] his chest out, throw him a [?]
I'm a nicki, having a ménage,
Not nicki minaj, this other nicki with this other broad
I'm a pig, I'm a man
Let these bitches know, [?] is back
I'm with the murk team, call the benz
I'm on that brooklyn bullshit, I do it for big
[Intro: Uncle Murda]
East New York! Broklyn!
[Chorus: DV Alias Khrist (Uncle Murda)]
I gotta have that (OH!) Money when I see you where your stash at?
(Where that stash at?)
Grindin on the block for the green bags (You got the green bags!?)
Run up on you nigga where the cheese at? (Yo where that cheese at?)
Don't make me squeeze that
I gotta have that (I gotta have that!) Money when I see you where your stash at?
(Yo where that stash at?)
Grindin on the block for the green bags (You got the green bags!?)
Run up on you nigga where the cheese at? (Man where that cheese at?)
Don't make me squeeze that, I gotta have that
[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
You gettin money on that block I want in! (I want in)
You make a twenty dollar sale I want ten!
I tried to be nice but, he started riffin
Then he slowed his role up when I start grippin
I gotta get some new shoes for my son
He got twenty pairs so what let's make it twenty one
I'm a get him everything that his daddy never got
Like the new Playstation and the new XBox
So I gotta go and get a couple dudes off the block
Put the mask on pull the thing out let it pop
Run up on a chump like gimme them packs
Man where that cheese at? ! Don't make me squeeze that!
[Chorus: DV Alias Khrist (Uncle Murda)]
I gotta have that (OH!) Money when I see you where your stash at?
(Where that stash at?)
Grindin on the block for the green bags (You got the green bags!?)
Run up on you nigga where the cheese at? (Yo where that cheese at?)
Don't make me squeeze that
I gotta have that (I gotta have that!) Money when I see you where your stash at?
(Yo where that stash at?)
Grindin on the block for the green bags (You got the green bags!?)
Run up on you nigga where the cheese at? (Man where that cheese at?)
Don't make me squeeze that, I gotta have that
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Trill hood cat know when you see me
Hood chicks wanna love me hood dudes wanna be me
I give them the heebie geebies when I step on the block
They know I'm diggin in them pockets front on me and get dropped
See I don't care who name on the streets they know that I'm runnin 'em
Talk loud with his homeys catch him solo I'm sonnin him
Look up the block there go Uncle Murda and Bun and 'em
They 'gon pop off homey I don't want none of them
You talk tough you better be ready to back it up
Before we get to actin up y'all 'gon get to packin up
That's real talk cause we ain't playin for the dough
And you can't put that on the Pimp cause man you already know
[Chorus: DV Alias Khrist (Uncle Murda)]
I gotta have that (OH!) Money when I see you where your stash at?
(Where that stash at?)
Grindin on the block for the green bags (You got the green bags!?)
Run up on you nigga where the cheese at? (Yo where that cheese at?)
Don't make me squeeze that
I gotta have that (I gotta have that!) Money when I see you where your stash at?
(Yo where that stash at?)
Grindin on the block for the green bags (You got the green bags!?)
Run up on you nigga where the cheese at? (Man where that cheese at?)
Don't make me squeeze that, I gotta have that
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Na na na, na na na, na na na!
Ain't no mistakin no fakin I be brakin in
And I be shakin up the buildin because I will be takin in
Every fuckin thing that I'm on, and if it's yours then I want it
I take it like it was mine, then walk around and then flaunt
Then get to fuckin your aunt, cause now she has an obsession
Because your belongings look better when there in my possession
Now heh heh heh heh gotta laugh at this shit cause it's funny
Whenever it comes to money I'm such an irrational think
The type for runnin your house and I rob the stash under sink
And put the gun in your mouth and I'm frownin like somethin was missin
And give a fuck I ain't leavin a pot to pissin
[Chorus: DV Alias Khrist (Uncle Murda)]
I gotta have that (OH!) Money when I see you where your stash at?
(Where that stash at?)
Grindin on the block for the green bags (You got the green bags!?)
Run up on you nigga where the cheese at? (Yo where that cheese at?)
Don't make me squeeze that
I gotta have that (I gotta have that!) Money when I see you where your stash at?
(Yo where that stash at?)
Grindin on the block for the green bags (You got the green bags!?)
Run up on you nigga where the cheese at? (Man where that cheese at?)
I'm already convicted, my whole life
Every job I lost, every opportunity
I can't get buy cars, can't get [?] none of that
[?] survive, still smiling, still signing autograph
[?] you can't just turn me off like.
Biggie is back caught Diddy Jack
I'm on my way to Kelly got the [?] of my [?]
I ain't looking for sure but if I'm running for sure
I ain't gonna talk about that 'cause I don't need no good
Give me the loop [?] have my baby
Gucci looking like Kelly and that brand new Mercedes
They say two pack back, two pack back
Say nigga got diggie two pack wack.
Oh Murda is back, Murda is back
And I ain't talking about Murda [?] when I say that
Hold defense watching me like they used to watch prey
But I am wining they can't stop me I'm the black Charlie Sheen
I'm Murda the true will you see me salute
Bitch [?] dancing [?] they be like Biggie is back
But is [?] black she definitely [?] herself
I'm a make em a rat, I'm a make em a dummy
See I'm counting my blesses while I'm counting my money
Feel like [?] I got these rappers looking like the new Craig Mat
You know I ride [?] post to get [?] shoot em
And I don't know [?] they like Murda you wrong
You get wrrng I might get the next nigga I hit [?]
Pray for my enemies, pray for my enemies
I [?] love poor now [?] [?]
We're drinking [?] the big coke in the bottle
[?] she like to swallow, she call it his baby
And I call em like a bitch, I make her feel like a hore
She make me feel like a pimp.
[Chorus:]
Biggie is back caught Diddy Jack
I'm on my way to Kelly got the [?] of my [?]
I ain't looking for sure but if I'm running for sure
I ain't gonna talk about that 'cause I don't need no good
Give me the loop [?] have my baby
Gucci looking like Kelly and that brand new Mercedes
They say two pack back, two pack back
[Chorus:]
A good man is gone, a good man is gone gone gone, a good man is gone, a good man is gone gone gone if he had
[Verse 1:]
I ain't shoot him I ain't kill that kid the police did it in front of 20 witnesses (nypd) that was a good man now that man dead they thought his phone was a gun so they shot him in his head who gonna police the police for what they did he had a job no felonys and two kids (he was a good man) shid tell the system to go da hell they been killing us out here way before sean bell (that's the truth) ya proably thought I was talkin bout sean bell but I was talkin about this other kid his name was jamell (rest in peace) he wasn't no thug son I went to skool with him he was like cornbread the whole hood was coool with him(he was) then the police shot him in the projects they said they thought they saw a shiny object (that was a phone) that kid ain't deserve to get shot he wasn't on it like me he wasn't livin like pac (damm)
[talking: Uncle Murda]
That was a good man (pause) an the nypd killed him cause they thought his cellphone was a gun that's how it is in my hood that's what we gotta deal with in my hood(and I wonder what he would say)I wonder what he would say (pause) if he was here today(somebody got the devil to pay)
[Verse 2:]
Yo remember little timothy (yea) he got killed apparently had some enimies(who) yea they hit him like 2 n da morning he was on the bench two kids walked up on him (uhh) damm he was out there hustling no pops his moms got high he ain't like struggglin even though she got high he loved his mother and everything thing he did was for him and his little brother (it was) he made sure he ate had clothes went to skool he did things that mommy and daddy was supposed to do (he was a man) he made a little 4 500 a day he wasn't greedy just making sure his fam was ok (that's it) now look where he was grindin at wasn't at block but he was cool niggas understood so they let him rock (they let him) but when there money startin slowin up they told him to stop (they told him) timmy wasn't hearing that an that's when timmy got shot(damm)
[talking: Uncle Murda]
Damm he was a good man that's the game though I wonder what's gonna happen with his little brother I hope he aight damm man you heard he was just tryin feed his family everybody tryin feed their family in the hood(and I wonder what he would say)I wonder what he would say though (if he was hear today)if he was hear today(somebody got the devil to pay)
[Verse 3:]
Let me tell you bout his o.g nigga name dave he was a thug but now he tryna change his ways (he found god) he done killed mad niggas back in the days now he in the hood sayin put them guns away (stop the vilonce) this nigga dave really changed his life he be tryna talk to the youth tryna save their life (everyday) I can't believe that's killer dave preaching he say he tired of all the vilonce he be seeing (uhh) he tellin them about things he did when he was younger explaning why it's not cool to shoot another brother (that's not cool) they no offical so they listening man they respect what he sayin when he kickin it man (they respect it) look they know he a g they know he put work in (they no) but you know they say the devil always working (satin) one of the kids he talkin too he killed his cuzin shawty shot dave in the head and took of running (damm)
[talking: Uncle Murda]
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