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letra de prelude to a murdah - dmg

[intro]
-god d-mn, what’s wrong with this motherf-cka?
-piece of sh-t
-h-ll yeah there go my mothaf-cka dawg
i know about this mothaf-cka joe
i’m tellin’ ya dawg
this mothaf-ck… ooh
ooh “here it comes mothaf-cka dyin hard”
ooh n-gga that’s face’s
ooh joe that sh-t is jammin’ dawg
you gotta hook me up one of them tracks boy
h-ll yeah
h-ll yeah
god d-mn “rollin’ ten deep and shove this shoe up in yo sh-t”
hoo hoo
your sh-t just could be as fat as that
h-ll yeah! sh-t…
d-mn man
pass me the joint n-gga! huh?
pass me the joint! n-gga here!
sh-t, n-gga, you got, you got that swisher
h-ll yeah ah ait, here you go, d-mn
d-mn joe, look at these mof-ckas behind us dawg
ooh look at that b-tch
n-gga f-ck that b-tch they fin’ to shoot
they fin’ to shoot n-gga i got ’em i got ’em
[verse 1: dmg]
the sound as his gunshots blast wake me up through the night wait
d-mn fool i think these n-ggas came to retaliate
yo, ’cause just the other night i let gats pop
and now i guess they comin’ for revenge with they gats c-cked
huh, until i’m in the midst of a mental daze
with thoughts of the evil i commited back in my younger days
like pullin’ jacks and f-ckin’ n-ggas up
for the moments i experienced doin’ sh-t now what the mothaf-ck
sometimes i feel alone ’cause i know what n-gga’s wanna do
and now i’m feelin’ deep i’ma run up on it
dig it? so then i grab my glock and my glock clips
with sixteen shots i think i’m ready for this f-ck sh-t
pull back my curtain, makin’ certain everything look cool
put out my lights then made a dash for the black coupe
huh but still i felt a murda comin’ turn the key in my ignition
then i was off like off then runnin’
but then they came i hit the lights
’cause all i keep seein’ is mothaf-ckas lookin’ funny
and wearin’ sh-t alike
i feel they on my ass mate
so i’ma show these mothaf-ckas not to take a n-gga fast mate
never good at runnin’ blocks, so i walk wit’ a limp
not a pimp, not a simp, but that gangsta sh-t
and now the moment has come for me to let it go
mass murda by reason of some n-ggas and blooded ho’s
big jeep cut ’em off at the stop light
blood squirtin’ like big chief they took the n-ggas life
i heard him screamin’ like a b-tch and that sounds quite nice
because i swear this mothaf-cka need his ass kicked
you beat him down and that’s great, cool
i’m tired of these mothaf-ckin’ n-ggas stroll in my hood like they own it fool
i’m squashin’ n-ggas like a hamburger
d-m to the mothaf-ckin’ g and this a prelude to a murda
[interlude]
yeah, n-gga that’s some real mothaf-ckin’ sh-t
ay cozy k from the o-a-k, won’t you bust some sh-t for me n-gga?

[verse 2: cozy k]
late nights on the spot is where a n-gga hang
done got my sh-t out ’cause i’m ready for some instant bang
dead mothaf-ckas try to flex and play a n-gga out
try to f-ck me, try to ride on a n-ggas house
but i’m straight, mailtight, layin’ in the f-ckin’ cut
nine millimeter pointin’ at these n-ggas guts
ready for the fonk, while these n-ggas slippin’ and slidin’
sippin’ on the gin, waitin’ for the right timin’
they shouldn’t of never ever crossed a n-gga like the coz
i thought they knew that cozy k would fold a f-ckin’ ho
they straight took it and they thinkin’ that the sh-t is squashed
it ain’t over until them mothaf-ckas washed
i feel an itchy for the trigger, tonight is the night
i got my buzz on but my plan is still tight
creepin’ low in the dark with my pistoleum
got it c-cked, now it’s time for the big score on’um
it’s like a dream i popped up and told ’em break yourselves
i want yo’ cash before i take yo’ ass off the shelf
duck in they pockets got the paper then buck, buck
twice in they skull now that’s two n-ggas straight struck
bounced in the chev’ and i’m squattin’ off through the oaktown
ditchin’ all the feds can’t afford a f-ckin’ shake down
so i went to the house befo’ i got further
cozy k done f-cked them n-ggas in a prelude to a murder
[outro]
yeah n-gga that’s some real mothaf-ckin’ sh-t you know what i’m sayin?
that’s some real mothaf-ckin’ sh-t
no witnesses, no mothaf-ckin’ crime
prelude to a murder

- dmg

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