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Murder Rap
Fat Joe Armageddon
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Uh oh, uh oh
Let's get it over with
Yo sound boy, turn the levels up
Let's get it over with
Uhh, Terror Squad up in this motherfucker
Where my real niggas at?
My Bronx niggas, my Forrest niggas
I see you Little Hat
Uh, haha, it's time to take it to these niggas right here
Yeah, yo, yo
Who wanna spaz out, crunch time, blow your abs out
Leave you in the fetal position, with your ass out
Ready to mash out any crew acting like
They the true facts of life, fronting through the camera lights
Despite, we hold it down regardless
I got Def Jam sucking me like, "I wish you was my artist"
For starters, who's the largest cat?
Get a hundred grand for my most garbage rap
Now how hard is that?
Everything we spit be hot
Whether it's live on Flex or in front of the Chickenslot
Grime'd out, we really live what you rhyme 'bout
See me posted up in the Tunnel, with my shines out
Ice cold like Alaska when I pass ya
Got girls shaking, losing they breath as if they catching asthma
Headed to the bar to pop some bottles
Now we in the car, headed home to rock some models
All I hear in the background is "Gucci" and "Prada"
But I'm trying to gas these bitches to screw me for nada
We the best that done it, confess you fronted
Anybody wanna test, I'mma strap you on it
What the fuck?
Aiyyo the gangsta's back, stop it right where you at
Let a real nigga rock, real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggas, listen to that
Got you feeling it hard like Joe the God's really bringing it back
I'm from a, days of legends, since age eleven
I was the cause of dope fiends catching AIDS infections
Most of us are dead, but the rest is locked
Running in the rec room to check me out on the box
A C.O. can get optioned tryna change the channel
That's like tryna take the flesh out the mouth of hungry cannibals
Joe the God, the flow is hard
Known for packing two Desert Birds like Noah's Ark
I'm the, realest ever, make you feel the pressure
Catch you at a club, smack you up, steal your leather
You niggas soft to me, beat you out of the mix
Tough talk, tough walk but you cry like a bitch
I see you downing the Cris', I'm not hating, I'm just aggrevated
I ask myself everyday, "How these faggots made it?"
Fuck around with the Don and get decapitated
I'm sick of hearing them songs of all the cash we making
Aiyyo the gangsta's back, stop it right where you at
Let a real nigga rock, real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggas, listen to that
Got you feeling it hard like Joe the God's really bringing it back
Aiyyo the kid is back, leave you right where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you probably won't clap
Tell them thug niggas, move it on back
I'm feeling tight and I'm hot
Ready to pop and crack, likely you're back
That's how Kenny rocks, I'm more advanced than higher learning
I'm like the force of space, balancing planets while they turning
Pop your rosary beads, piss on your candle while it's burning
Rush your widow's crib and pop your body in the river
Now I know you can feel the heat I generate
Imagine when I penetrate your stomach and make your body cinnabate
We can argue for days, but it's faster to drop
Five shots in your astronaut before you pop a sash box
Splash your brains on your bird's lap
Swerve you on the curb, crash your Range and push the front skirt back
And murk after that, blurting curse words
Yo I popped that nigga's son, run before we catch the first
I'mma kill any murderer, leave a nigga burping up
Blood, choking on chunks of his lung interior
Every verse that I spit's a personal riff
I mean a ill key fronting, I'mma murder you shit
Niggas play me while they stirring the bricks
I'm like the feeling of the first time
They ever held a bird in they grip
Motivate a thug, straight up shoot the volts in his butt
Energizing him up, make him wanna open the mug
Acting like it can't happen 'til I smack him in his Adam's apple
Dead the rapping, I don't want to battle
I'd rather rush your studio session and shatter the booth
Clap at your face, give the mic feedback then goof
Aiyyo the gangsta's back, stop it right where you at
Let a real nigga rock, real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggas, listen to that
Got you feeling it hard like Joe the God's really bringing it back
Aiyyo the kid is back, leave you right where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you probably won't clap
Tell them thug niggas, move it on back
I'm feeling tight and I'm hot
Ready to pop and crack, likely you're back
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