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letra de this that shit - keith murray

up early in the mornin through the break a night
n-ggas be on the block uptight gettin knifes ready to fight
and release, anger from the belly of the beast
like work release, on the f-ckin police
i’ll percussion bodies like drums and tracks
and break backs a six maniac, poppin they gums and facts
i bugs the clubs runnin with thugs
makin n-ggas bite the bullet and hug the slugs
ya whole genetics is pathetic
got me ready to set it, on a shot m1 type wetted
but instead i blow you buck fifty cross the face
for tryin to look hard in the first place
i need beer and a lotta noise in my ear
in a rowdy atmosphere to even think clear
and all praises due to the lod’s and
f-ck the cops who try to lock us up and throw away the keys

chorus:

now this goes out to my n-ggas on lockdown
and all my n-ggas on the streets, this that sh-t
(repeat 4x)

i gets to flippin and the phoney can’t hold me
like dyslexia on cerebral palsey with styles, y’all n-ggas know me
and howi drop, physical science on your whole alliance
try it, what? i shoot to k!ll like motherf-ckin mad lion
who is this doin this emphatic type a disco alpha beta
funkadelic f-ckin emphasis, from the funk abyss
blowin up the spot with the pump-rump
shakin pistol grip, losin n-ggas in the plot
i got you out there like sonny and cher
i don’t give a f-ck n-ggas goin make me hurt some’in up in here
you get that -ss kicked quick fast in a hurry
tryin to ready the mad styles of mr. keith murray
tryin to step up to my respected b-ss and treble level
will get your head beat in with a shovel
and the only thing that could stop me from gettin sloppy
is when the hook comes in by the e-double

chorus

i’m sick, i kick the type of sh-t that make you violent
make the jails crowded, and have everybody talkin bout it
see i be universally, university
purposely droppin it, psychomatically
where i’m from is only real hard times
so when i bust on the mic i bust with real hard rhymes
and i’m strapped, with a posse that’s ready to snap
and a n-gga who make beats like we live in rap
you get do fiend on the scene please
i spread mc’s like some old crazy skin disease
operation murderation radication on your whole staff
tryin to find your way down carlton ave

chorus

- keith murray

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