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i did it like that - murs lyrics

[intro]
uhh
ha*ha! yes! (what? no) ho*ho
okay, alright (shut up)
huh, huh

[verse 1]
let’s get down to brass tacks, and the rare*ass facts
i pimp my style and strut my soul, over rare*ass tracks
and like to tear ass, whack mc’s a new *tihs*
and never been soft, p*ssy
stood a pick of the litter, dealin’ one hitter quitters
from a 1*4*5 frame, m*u*r*s
fans scream my name
fly game is what i spit since the beginning
since the flow is never ending
it will ever be transcending these mcs out their [?]
sentences of senselessness
you listen to my sh*t (huh), then listen to theirs (uh*huh)
now you tell me what the difference is, i know my sh*t is tighter
’cause this pen that i’m pitchin’ is where my picture is
i write for detention kids and weight*work teens
’cause i know what it means to be goin’ through the struggle
everybody knock your hustle, still you know you gotta bubble
look, my moms said i couldn’t, but now i make her proud
’cause the proof is in the putting my name on the maps
i watch her sit back and smile, and she be sayin’ my raps
now i kick back and smile when she be sayin’ my raps, it’s like that
[chorus]

[verse 2]
overjoyed with hallelujah when i write and give it to ya
not tight, then i’ma boo ya
bitin’ tongue is for the losers from a crew of tape hustlin’
stage rushin’ motherf*ckers, perform before us? (hahaha)
we’re gonna have to crush ya
everybody know the slogan: “holdin’ hogan legend status”
when it comes to live rap entertainment we the baddest
workin’ out on these mics like a nordic apparatus
if you wanna have at us, say you prayers and eat your flintstones
my rhymes weigh a ton, known to crack thin bones
so hide out for safety in your own endzone (huh)
speakin’ of which, let’s get two points straight
number one: shut up!
number two:
murs rules the universe, the earth is just a paperweight
about to take a break now that i got my paper straight
hit up arizona, and i can’t wait to skate
i mean i love my neighbourhood, but hate the state
of mind n*ggas in (uh*huh), that populate the place
find us where the baddest b*tches and we can’t get it straight
i just can’t relate
when n*ggas rather fight than throw some p*ssy on their face
[chorus]

- murs lyrics

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