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mu freestyle - mu lyrics

[intro]
*gun being c-cked and fired*
yeah what up thing
how you feelin’ bro, yeah
let’s go

[verse 1]
yes, yes, y’all (yes, y’all), you don’t want to
see me wit’ a tec, ya, (tec, ya), ’cause if i unload
in your chest or your vest or your head or your neck
best believe i’ma leave a f-ckin’ mess, dawg, you gon’
get stepped on like a fat roach that’s too old ta
try to manoeuvre through one of my boot holes
see dawg, here’s a suicide note and a rope
tightenin’ arigned your throat, homie you an high note
you a sideline n-gg-, drinkin’ alpine liquor
in the studio, askin’ if you sound like jigga
but we ten times bigga than seven, six, five n-gg-s
and hoopies, with uzis, that’s loaded with hairline triggers
you fake the star cr-p, i’ll break your hard hat
with a brick, and put your face between where your arms at
you talk tall smack, but then you haul -ss
now if that ain’t no b-tch, then what you call that
‘n’ don’t start me to start startin’ shit
i’ll put a hole where your motherf-ckin’ johnson is
you think you hard, eat a brick, think you smart, eat a d-ck
believe me, if you get your -ss beat in public, you a b-tch
throw a fit ’cause i’m tapping your ex
i pack a tec that’ll push your hairline to the back of your neck
i got 30 kids i never met, an’ 30
baby-mommas waitin’ on cheques, that they ain’t never gon’ get

[hook]
an’ now the moral of the story is heroes bleed
so tell your f-ggot–ss friends, don’t speak on me
because i’m an -ss-whoopin’ that he don’t need
you heard i’m an -ss-whoopin’ that he don’t need
when the door gets locked, homie you won’t leave
so respect me, like you would a true og
because i’m an -ss-whoopin’ that he don’t need
you heard i’m an -ss-whoopin’ that he don’t need

[verse 2]
now i don’t know a lot of fiction, but i do know fact
so you can go ‘n head on with that hero cr-p
’cause out of 15 n-gg-s only two gon’ scr-p
talk this cheek, motherf-cker even you know that
this is me all day dawg, it ain’t no act
i put 13 bullets straight through yo’ back
so you can keep braggin’ ’bout your whole act until i
put that mac on your mind and straighten out those nacks
there’s a lot of things an mc goes through
but there’s a couple things that i bet he won’t do
number 1: he better not speak on mu
cause your career is over with if i speak on you
tell your boy quit acting like he don’t bruise
and quit talking ’bout a pistol that he don’t use
come to hollapark stuntin’ wit’ a weak–ss crew
and get played in the game like a ps2
if you the truth in the booth, i’m the truth in real life
i used to stick n-gg-s for they ice and still might
and chill watch you k!ll bill trice and k!ll mics
with br-ss knuckles on both hands with steel spikes

[outro]
yeah, i’m an -ss-whoopin’ you don’t need
so stop acting like you don’t bleed
y’know what ‘m sayin’, what up famous
you good? purple gang
what’s happenin’?
pyrex, we up in here burnin’ shit up
yeah

- mu lyrics

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