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letra de murda - dope boy esko

[intro]
how long you been banging?

i been banging sense 85
on the real this sh-t ain’t no gimmick
or no game my n-gga! this hit is real live
thruthful type sh-t my n-gga!
you know what im saying?
on the real my n-gga!
and i lost a lot of real n-ggas to this hit

[verse 1: dope boy esko]

yeah…coughs

you can smell marijuana in every corna
from south central to arizona
you heard the state, the murder rate
the k!ller cali-california
cops get caught outside the compton court
by cold k!llers like they caught pneumonia
see the 90’s was like pulp fiction
jerry curl juice drippin’
on 45’s when we dumpin’ on ya
grew up in the slums were we glorify guns
& gain respect by jumpin’ on corners
& dumping at you, cops just jump in action
trigger happy but n0body’s gun is smiling
when somebody’s son is dying
911 that’s who you dialing?
ku klux klan that who you dialing?
k!llers wear blue and move in silence
hear the sirens? scatter in disarray
my block’s been hotter than dinner plates
we got beef like a foreman
you laying dormant at your wake
real superheroes end in coffins with no capes
me & kendrick top dawg, dogg pound, future rich sh-t
picture that with no instagram, bullet to your temple
you better pray that my pistol jams
yeah!

[hook]
k!ll k!ll k!ll, murder murder murder 8x
k!lla cali you can try you can die motherf-cker!
k!lla cali you can try you can die motherf-cker!

[verse 2: kendrick lamar]

compton sh-t! yeah! dope boy i f-ck with you n-gga!

uh, f-ck em all, k!ll ’em all off
sent ’em off to the holy one
put a hole in one like miniature golf
you doubled your profit?
well i see triple like ricky ross
hand over the cloth, cloth over gun
gun over your jaw, bullet over your tongue
stick my d-ck inside hip hop and shorty sprung
every time i get a chance to c-m over i overcome
over the snare drum
say who f-cking with you if you the god mc?
i tell em nun! get it? i tell em nun
catholic nor a christian, holding the book of sums
in back of my true religions
from the murder capitol n-ggas cap at your neighbors
and never tell you who did it
aiming for your grill like a dentist working on british
t–th if you speak get shot in the mouth b-tches
its like that sent shots at a crip or a blood or an essay
bet they coming right back….right?

[hook]

[verse 3: scoe]

b-tch! uh west scoe gotti yeah

gun shots wake me up from a light slumber
another murder what i see when i open my shutters
we from the gutter no bread and b-tter just lead and water
either you bite the bullet or you can die from the hunger
the sun’s getting lower, the corner’s getting darker
guns getting loaded to slaughter our sons and daughters
its time to get smarter cause time’s getting harder
every second the unemployment line is getting longer
baby crying and mama she don’t know what to do!
i know it’s tragic but in the projects its nothing new
i’m just kicking it luxury cliquing it
watching the news the sh-t’s f-cking ridiculous
roll a cigar cup full of codeine
cash in a rubber band pistol in my other hand
k!lla cali this the realist state most expensive real estate
benz with the dealer plates !

[hook]

- dope boy esko

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