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prelude to a murdah - dmg lyrics

[intro]
*god d*mn, what’s wrong with this motherf*cka?
*piece of sh*t
*h*ll yeah there go my mothaf*cka dawg
i know about this mothaf*cka joe
i’m tellin’ ya dawg
this mothaf*ck… ooh
ooh “here it comes mothaf*cka dyin hard”
ooh n*gga that’s face’s
ooh joe that sh*t is jammin’ dawg
you gotta hook me up one of them tracks boy
h*ll yeah
h*ll yeah
god d*mn “rollin’ ten deep and shove this shoe up in yo sh*t”
hoo hoo
your sh*t just could be as fat as that
h*ll yeah! sh*t…
d*mn man
pass me the joint n*gga! huh?
pass me the joint! n*gga here!
sh*t, n*gga, you got, you got that swisher
h*ll yeah ah ait, here you go, d*mn
d*mn joe, look at these mof*ckas behind us dawg
ooh look at that b*tch
n*gga f*ck that b*tch they fin’ to shoot
they fin’ to shoot n*gga i got ’em i got ’em
[verse 1: dmg]
the sound as his gunshots blast wake me up through the night wait
d*mn fool i think these n*ggas came to retaliate
yo, ’cause just the other night i let gats pop
and now i guess they comin’ for revenge with they gats c*cked
huh, until i’m in the midst of a mental daze
with thoughts of the evil i commited back in my younger days
like pullin’ jacks and f*ckin’ n*ggas up
for the moments i experienced doin’ sh*t now what the mothaf*ck
sometimes i feel alone ’cause i know what n*gga’s wanna do
and now i’m feelin’ deep i’ma run up on it
dig it? so then i grab my glock and my glock clips
with sixteen shots i think i’m ready for this f*ck sh*t
pull back my curtain, makin’ certain everything look cool
put out my lights then made a dash for the black coupe
huh but still i felt a murda comin’ turn the key in my ignition
then i was off like off then runnin’
but then they came i hit the lights
’cause all i keep seein’ is mothaf*ckas lookin’ funny
and wearin’ sh*t alike
i feel they on my ass mate
so i’ma show these mothaf*ckas not to take a n*gga fast mate
never good at runnin’ blocks, so i walk wit’ a limp
not a pimp, not a simp, but that gangsta sh*t
and now the moment has come for me to let it go
mass murda by reason of some n*ggas and blooded ho’s
big jeep cut ’em off at the stop light
blood squirtin’ like big chief they took the n*ggas life
i heard him screamin’ like a b*tch and that sounds quite nice
because i swear this mothaf*cka need his ass kicked
you beat him down and that’s great, cool
i’m tired of these mothaf*ckin’ n*ggas stroll in my hood like they own it fool
i’m squashin’ n*ggas like a hamburger
d*m to the mothaf*ckin’ g and this a prelude to a murda
[interlude]
yeah, n*gga that’s some real mothaf*ckin’ sh*t
ay cozy k from the o*a*k, won’t you bust some sh*t for me n*gga?

[verse 2: cozy k]
late nights on the spot is where a n*gga hang
done got my sh*t out ’cause i’m ready for some instant bang
dead mothaf*ckas try to flex and play a n*gga out
try to f*ck me, try to ride on a n*ggas house
but i’m straight, mailtight, layin’ in the f*ckin’ cut
nine millimeter pointin’ at these n*ggas guts
ready for the fonk, while these n*ggas slippin’ and slidin’
sippin’ on the gin, waitin’ for the right timin’
they shouldn’t of never ever crossed a n*gga like the coz
i thought they knew that cozy k would fold a f*ckin’ ho
they straight took it and they thinkin’ that the sh*t is squashed
it ain’t over until them mothaf*ckas washed
i feel an itchy for the trigger, tonight is the night
i got my buzz on but my plan is still tight
creepin’ low in the dark with my pistoleum
got it c*cked, now it’s time for the big score on’um
it’s like a dream i popped up and told ’em break yourselves
i want yo’ cash before i take yo’ ass off the shelf
duck in they pockets got the paper then buck, buck
twice in they skull now that’s two n*ggas straight struck
bounced in the chev’ and i’m squattin’ off through the oaktown
ditchin’ all the feds can’t afford a f*ckin’ shake down
so i went to the house befo’ i got further
cozy k done f*cked them n*ggas in a prelude to a murder
[outro]
yeah n*gga that’s some real mothaf*ckin’ sh*t you know what i’m sayin?
that’s some real mothaf*ckin’ sh*t
no witnesses, no mothaf*ckin’ crime
prelude to a murder

- dmg lyrics

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