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letra de murda mook vs. bigg k - rare breed entertainment

[round 1: bigg k]
i only got one thing to say to you mook
f-ck a. ward!
those were some of my light raps
ain’t no fair ones, i bring a gun to a knife match
the goon of the blue room, we gonna run this sh-t right back
i get mook and he get viixen, i told y’all god don’t f-ck with him like that
i snap, don’t gotta switch up the approach
it get dark for ya spirit and sacrilegious for ya folks
who do voodoo? take a chicken and slit his throat
i really sacrificed the christian to get a goat
it’s smoke like cheech & chong, bring the bong
get wigged on like ya wife in that cheap salon
a new god tier got here, in the ring it’s on
feel the wrath of these three 16’s (3:16) for john
on smack dvd in ’03 you werе spittin’ for ya clout
i was sittin’ in a prison wishin’ i was out
up and down a highway, bust a brick and get a route
you throw a skittle my way i’ma punch thе chicklets out ya mouth
i had pistols in the couch
what i call a bench warmer, i boom sh-t
that’s a huge b-tch, big bertha
f-ck the ops, it’s a 100 shots, this burner
play dumb and “a drum” will flip “murda”
you made a lane but stayed the same; inertia
messed up the order, now we gotta switch servers
clap weapons, you ask questions, the clip curve ya
pull the steel, fully k!ll, soon as you attempt murder (murda)
i will stretch bro, georgia to modesto
it’s cold at the end of the road, you pay the death toll
kings get decapitated, here come the head roll
i’ma cut the head off a leader (liter) like one of chess’ bowls
showed up with two of his dawgs then his set froze
play ball, i’m on [?] he gettin’ exposed
i was even known as the enforcer takin’ bread folds
get the stick, fold up the corner, i’m makin’ egg rolls
let’s go
it’s another rapper for dead
mac full of lead
break a bone, fracture a leg
but it ain’t an issue to pistol whip you with the strap ’til it’s red
how many times? i don’t know, do the math in ya head
let the evidence show, you was never big bro
you was p-ssy when i met you, and ever since hoe
i don’t use fake angles when they tell me info
the dawg sincere in the blue room, it’s the belly intro
let the legend sh-t go
where your veteran stripes? they blinded by the power
you sellin’ it nice
that’s why i said the movie belly, you never was tight
it look good on cam’ but it’s directly from hype
i’m clutch like worthy in his prime
no worryin’ with mine
i’m curry from the line
ask me what i’m thinkin’ ’bout, stuffin’ 30 in a .9
k!llin’ my friend, b-tch i got murder (murda) on my mind
think not, i threw him down, three blocks
lookin’ for the limelight then he found green dots
it’s all aggressive, the dawg will catch him
fiends stop, i draw the weapon and give this harlem legend a supreme shot
he drop, and then after his t–th crack
i grab him by the throat while i’m askin’ for feedback
bring me all the smoke like bob marley trapped in a weed patch
dome shot, now you and party arty havin’ a rematch
relax! before these things head south
you know my name, i put in pain until we bled out
i’m not worried about you tryin’ to take my street cred out
that’ll happen on the same day you bring fred out
so bounce or get trounced
where the shooters they got?
i ran the boys bands with this ruger k pop
you run? get hawk’d down chased through eight blocks
take mookie blaylock straight to a face shop
watch
how he got the spot of such elite status?
you never scheme better than chilla jones
you never punch better than b magic
you ain’t as impactful as dizaster
you didn’t leave a path to follow
you never angled better than illmac or hollow
y’all know he ain’t deserve or earn that 150
you ain’t grind like shine, surf or rum nitty
so what did he do to make y’all think i’m dead on this stage for?
he ain’t better than a. ward
nah, everybody better than a. ward
[round 1: murda mook]

- rare breed entertainment

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