Текст песни The Murderers - The Theme From Street Sweeper
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[Tah Murdah]Yeah, whatIt`s murda, uhOh y`all niggaz act like y`all still don`t knowYeah, there`s only one way to find out niggaIt`s catch oneMurda, murda manRonnie Bumps, Vita Ja Rule, Black ChildO1 nigga[Tah Murdah]YoWe apply the pressure, and plus likeLike Jigga and Big I love the doughFor the chips, guns`ll blow at the one that oweNigga me and my Murderers, one in the sameIf you a playa then I run in the game and put one in ya brainWhere ever the dough be, nigga show meGod be shootin hard like Kobe, y`all niggaz know meFor that green paper with white menStrickin like lightning, trifflinMost of my live`s been heistinPrecise when I follow the treasure mapNever lack, forever stack, acumulate cheddar millions in benefactIt involves not yo, let the glock blowHit em and split em and watch em dro slowTrying to stop or block thoughA half a brick from flock-oHave me gettin that rubberband at knott thoughGettin head on yachts thoughI supply the row, while I fly in the Four-dot-six while the witch at top splitWhen the glock spit, y`all niggaz better hit the deckOr grasp on your jugular when I hit your neckStarted from ground zero now I`m up at the topAnd mamis be squintin on blocks when I pimp in the dropSon I been through a lotAnd still going through shitAnd I ain`t stoppin till there`s thirty or more on my wristYou feel this, you feel thisIt`s murda shit niggaThe motherfuckin realest[Ronnie Bumps]Yeah, uh huhWord upNiggaz let us out the motherfuckin cageThe motherfuckin MurderersRonnie BumpsY`all tryin to ban murdaThat shit ain`t goin down like thatWe in the motherfuckin streetsWe gonna eat niggaEither the hard way or the raw wayHuh, what, it`s murdaIt`s murda nigga[Ronnie Bumps]Motherfucker, I`m twenty eight grand from weedin upMy gun bust, I`m callin for help and I can`t get upIt`s the lust, back in the hood tellin lies againFuck your squad, we niggaz who`ll murder your menLife ain`t hard, you get what the fuck you put inSpit at cars, do drive-bys in drop tops we inI like shine, cuz yours is mine and I`ma take itIt`s murda, Ronnie Bumps had to hustle to make itWe bust niggaz, and hold our guns up highAnd my gun that I touch, til the day that I dieRide with me, do drive-bys with meFlip for me, empty the whole clip for meLean on em, make sure you hit em where they stayIt`s gangsta, we don`t give a fuck were you stayGotta kill you know, should`ve killed you back thenShit happens, it`s murda, clap the captain motherfucker[Ja Rule]YoWhat the fuck, is going onBitch ass niggazTryin to ban the best shit that ever motherfuckin happen to rapY`all niggaz hear meIt`s murdaGot my nigga Black locked the fuck upFuck y`all niggaz[Ja Rule]Niggaz knowThe Rule pops bottles, gets drunk, and spits hollowsIn a five-double-o, wrist fros, and fucks modelsThe platinum problem niggaz dying to rid ofWhat happened to the lid of, from murderous niggazIt`s either you with us or amongst themNiggaz that get punctured, and dumped and drowned or somethingIt`s all for nothingIf you can`t see and can`t hearAnd ain`t heard of murda