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letra de i’ll murda u - gang green (rap group)

[intro: sticky fingaz & gang green]
nah-nah, f-ck that, i ain’t gonna murder you
i’ll beat you in the head with a back of the pistol and turn you into a vegetable
i’m a [?], n-gga, f-ck it, some gotta get
call me mr. negative, [?] all relative
they got [?] in this sh-t the game that i run with
(yo, we can [???] some sh-t)
i mean murda
(so we’ll get away with it)

[verse 1: still livin’]
ayo, the only the only thing i miss was the things that i had
and the only thing that i touched was the sh-t i had in [???]
[?] believe in the life we live
try to make it [???], but he [?] mcs
i got the feel for destruction, let’s go start the suffering
consequences that make the struggle, let’s keep hustlin’
i bust when start singin’ the [?] explainin’
you try to run but there’s still the bullet remaining
the lyrical threat to the mcs who ain’t on yet
even the best [?] my contents to rest
i [?] bit the dust
’cause that’s what happens to n-ggas who don’t flow with us

[verse 2: fredro starr]
k!lla [?] south suicide murder capital caps
comin’ at you black cats it’s all actual
my dirty gun bust rust what, give it up
dolla-dolla, dolla bill y’all k!ll y’all
intelligent sharp militant, all new tactic
who grab the gun, it’s drastic, crack [?]
my n-ggas delegate push back the chevelle
f-ck celebrate game creep, you better run
[verse 3: whosane]
yo, it’s the [?], the nights the [?]
the real came out and you couldn’t definite
the most miserable, frustrated disciple, trapped in elements
rip my [???], strip the [???]
blood pool walls and the boomings of my rivals
666 ways of survival [?]
fingers keepin’ motherf-ckers moves off your fingerprints
so ’bout the skeletons i chose to [?]

[chorus: fredro starr & gang green]
i’ll murda you! with everyday we got
shot for shot we blowin’ up your spot
i’ll murda you! with everyday we got
shot for shot we blowin’ up your spot
i’ll murda you! with everyday we got
shot for shot we blowin’ up your spot
i’ll murda you! with everyday we got
shot for shot we blowin’ up your spot

[verse 4: sonsee]
the ready full pack knack [?], trap the roaches
rappers lose like a [?] maniac that’s posted
[?] marksmanship
the ghetto scholarship (with hollow tips!)
miss ya whole sh-t, don’t like novakane
my madness [?] isn’t over g-y, rugged games of vertebrae
you f-cked up, you stop trust that’s the move
catch the booze, ask you to playing them [?]
[verse 5: iceman]
n-ggas like you were only made for getting k!lled
i never heard of you, without a dirty two (i’ll murder you! i’ll murder you!)
i won’t inform you right now the [?]
here’s an example, from it’s the pitiful lyrics it’s critic
you [?], because i’m sk!llful
i’m elevating, dominate and stick-in, stinkin’, stick-in
i be wrecking some rushing n-ggas
[?] in a possession, like [?] guessin’

[verse 6: x-1]
when i react, a nose is slacked
a bust a cap and watch a brain [?]
the sh-t i come with, believe, [?] got a fly hit
who’s [?] blood from your eyelid, it’s a dumb [?]
you’s in the one way, scared of the gunplay
caught up in the blackout, i’ll blow your back out
things is strange and never change when you [?]
i can’t let go, my mind’s intertwined with the ghetto
k!lla years, on the the streets of the prisoners
nothin’ but a struggler, rippin’ out your [???]
afficial nast’ will bury ya, so there is area

- gang green rap group

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