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letra de di da hennyman vs murdock - gates of the garden

[round 1: di da hennyman]
now, everybody ent-tled to somethin’
until that t-tle
d-mn it i’m back
we can get the beefin’ you bad, panic attack
he ’bout to have to breathe in a bag
stop it youngin i got this cousin
doc is comin’ well ‘doc rock, got to punchin’
vh-1 i rock ‘doc, i don’t stop for nothin’
they goin’ crazy, non stop, tay roc in london
all you see is pop pop, like my mama husband
i air waves, shock jock, then the cops is comin’
i take a lil’ shot shot to clear my conscious from it
embalming fluid got doc now doc mcstuffins
‘pac said, “do heaven got a ghetto”?
well he not me, i’m gettin’ money
i just hope they got a v.i.p
the op’ you lent is ’bout to be occulent
he said he the foul (file) type, this can’t be the ‘doc you meant (doc-ment)
yeah i took it up a notch, this n-gga crooked as the cops
act like you lookin’ for the ops
b-tch you shooken in ya spot
and you asked for henny so you must be lookin’ for some shots
you got the us b you must be lookin’ for a box
if i miss then the next one gon’ land, my gun don’t jam
i ain’t shea davis but b-tch my gun go blam
d-mn, this b-tch light, rip a n-gga life when i rip mics
flow like water
(what?)
nah, in the freezer for a month i been nice (been ice) n-gga
aye, i beat verb, danja and goodz he know he gon’ lose
toothpaste in the hood, i’m all over the ‘tube
aye dre you tryin’ to push this dude?
the f-ck you bring me ’round for i’ll hit him with this long round
this kid won’t be around long
e’rybody fall down, this gon’ be his downfall
i’m surgical with this b-tch, tell the doc to make house calls
the real is back, the steel is black
they said, “murdock on your plate.” i said, “i’ll drink to that.”
we both from the dmv, i ain’t feelin’ that
but we in jersey, so i figure i’ll take out this p-ssy here (hair) give a brazilian wax
so you was drugz ex’s bestie, right?
and you gloat ’bout the sh-t?
and you don’t feel, i dunno, like a hoe ’bout this sh-t?
see y’all this n-gga g-y, i don’t know ’bout this sh-t
he’s scared of p-ssy that’s how i foe be a (phobia) b-tch
aye, he call his ex b-tch like, x skit (dmx) “yo. who d-ck you suckin’?”
i took the phone hung up and told her to finish suckin’
the b-tch put my b-lls in her mouth; mr. bucket
if he pull up, i bust and i bet i won’t miss the bucket
(k!ll shot!)
you gotta go ten shots, mama know
potato on the barrel he wishin’ he never eyed the hoe (idaho)
ditch chrome, gotta go
man listen, new revolver, rudolph, b-tch got a big shiny nose
i don’t know bro, i thought y’all came deep
how the f-ck is you murdock when you don’t have a-team
at least not comparing to ours
d-mn it you’d starve
you couldn’t trap me if you was home alone and we was harry and marv
this ain’t just rhymin’ y’all
two can sland, i’m with all kinda war
bring a stick in the threshold like i’m blockin’ the slidin’ door
please stop cause i ain’t got it all, i had to see ‘doc
the trip is nothin’, we in every hood like the green box
the real feel me in every city so they treat us like home
i got n-ggas that believe in my dream more than they own
that sh-t get me in my zone
cause yo, check out the upbringing
sleepless nights n-gga, i woke up swingin’
ptsd sh-t, i be like, “f-ck dreamin'”
i might wake up with depression like “f-ck steveland”
and for y’all that don’t know, that’s my government name
but to the government i’m a number, what the f-ck is a name?
they got the nerve to envy me, that’s all they want is a name
but they don’t understand the f-ckin’ pain that come with the name
well let me kick it fam’, i flip quarters to get ahead
slept on the floor with my sons so my daughters could get the bed
eight baby mama’s at least four of them chicken heads
dealin’ with all of these birds i’m goin’ to get the bread
i ain’t stoppin’ ‘doc i’m used to the struggle
word to the father ‘doc, i was lookin’ dumb in the shelter
me and my papa doc
cause i can see past the games, i’m your og and n-gga that’s p-ss just age
i can’t even tell that little n-gga act his age
cause i was makin’ twice as him when i was half his age
b-tch don’t tell me ’bout ya struggle, p-ssion pain
cause i don’t believe this guy (disguise) seen a mask or raid (masquerade)
aye what you call “fact spittin'” we call “growin’ up black livin'” n-gga
mama made miracles every thanksgiving
but i heard you in the gun range, aim is gettin’ better now
elmer fudd knock daffy duck’s beak backward with a beretta now
f-ck you think you scarin’ now? i want yo’ block, i pull up on the scene buggin’, “what’s up ‘doc?”
this sh-t is awful- aye f-ck it
i’m onto him, we corner him he dead
he dead before the mornin come
lift ‘doc whip up like marty took the delorean
aye take a picture, real n-ggas don’t last long
d.i. da hennyman, i’m the reason yak gone

- gates of the garden

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