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letra de its murda (eminem remix) - dmx

(it’s the cable guy!)

[intro: dmx]
urrrrrrr
uh-huh!
y’all motherf-ckers ready or what?
is y’all motherf-ckers ready or what?
i don’t think you are!
i don’t think so!

[dmx:]
they got my back against the building
i’m the villian that’s creeping around corners
like shorty. – you see them n-ggas reaping around, warn us!
unless he coming through! gunning through! running through!
so be careful what you do – see them slugs might come to you
as long as i can remeber. – the streets have kept me safe!
and ever since that time in december – the heat’s been in my waist
i need a’ – extra set of eyes so i keep my dogs with me
doctor says let them die – till this f-cking dog bit me!
i don’t know what’s wrong with me? ! – but it seems like since you heard of us
y’all n-ggas been wanting to murder us, cause couldn’t f-ck with the third of us
still against me! – and wanting to see me in the box!
grilling me! – all crazy – when you see me in the locks
leave you dead/red like fox! – ain’t nothing funny about that
i see you in a coma. – ain’t coming up out that!
you hold on – for too long and they ain’t pulling the plug for you
i’ll run up in the joint myself and bust another slug for you!

[bridge: dmx]
it’s murdaaaa!

[eminem:]
this place is my house, i might as well erase my face with’ withe-out
cause y’all can’t see me like ma$e’s eyebrows (where you at?)
climped out of a nice house
through the front window and heard this guy shout. (hey! that’s my couch! b-tch!)
pull a .9 out during a rhine ’bout [gun c-cks]
while i’m rippin’ this sh-t, put a clip in it spit 5 rounds [shots]
and murder you hoe’s worse
convertable flippin’ vertical nose 1st
with’ the top off
landin’ upside-down
you’re tied down and duct-taped. – f-ck rape!
i’d rather just hump a sl-t’s leg, with’ my nuts shaved

[jay-z:]
i take a squat then post up – with the toast up
i bring beef to a closure. – know somethin’?
from cat? to fool some – i’m loathesome
i scream out: “f-ck the world”! then i throw something
n-ggas scheming hard but f-ck it, it’s the god
i leave bullets lodged leave you leaning on your broad
and our punks leave you gagged up in your car
slumping – kennedy-style with your memory out. – what the f-ck y’all want?
daddio with the calico
let the gaty blow leave you bleeding on your patio
i leave rivals on their backs looking up at the sky blue
not only do i leave you, i hide you!
i before you, x and xx xxxx!
death before dishonor now and prior to!
boss man fire on you! – conspire you!
me die before you? – you liar, you!
n-ggas is dead off the hits i improve
sh-t, i got the feds who ain’t buy it to
y’all n-ggas don’t listen – when the streets are in prison
when we find them we twist them – n-ggas wakin’ up missing
y’all don’t understand we want y’all all to hate it
it’s murdaaaa! – murder incorporated
it’s murdaaaa! – in crime we all related
it’s murdaaaa! – see if y’all can fake it

- dmx

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