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director's cut - uncle murda lyrics

[intro: busta rhymes]
hehe, it feels good being back on my bullsh*t, n*gga
i bullsh*t you not
let’s make a movie ’bout it now
yeah!
i think y’all gon’ need to get some popcorn and some nachos and cheese, and french fries for this one
heh!

[verse 1: busta rhymes]
look
see, if i was scarface, i’d act a fool, n*gga
i probably k!ll manny if he f*cked my sister too, n*gga
real live gangsta sh*t, no gimmicks
i repeat, and he told a n*gga “family was off limits”
back in the days, when i would let a n*gga in my houses and
would have k!lled mickey bond if i knew he’d snitch on all the council men
if i was wayne perry i’d put your body in a cooler
‘specially if you gave me up after being your main shooter
frank lucas ran a enterprise, engineering was structural
hundred millions a year, the profit margin was wonderful
swimmin’ in that bread, see the diamonds we had was colourful
they should’ve k!lled his cousin for snitching
he knew he was dysfunctional
aw, man, i tell n*ggas every time
and i’m so grateful that none of them situations is mines
’cause after i finish k!llin’ them n*ggas, then bounce in the hooptie
i write about them n*ggas and put they ass in a movie
[chorus: busta rhymes & uncle murda]
nah, nah*nah (yeah!)
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (uncle murda, busta rhymes)
(and we got a lot of sh*t for streets, murda!)
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah(yeah, bus, i like how this thing sound)
(and i like to see how you back on your bullsh*t too, n*gga)
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (hahaha, ohh! you know a lot of situations transpire here, we need to get this right, them sh*ts in a movie script, and make movies out of this sh*t)
nah, nah, nah, nah

[verse 2: uncle murda]
i be feelin’ like marlo when i get a n*gga hit up
when i hit a n*gga myself, i feel like bishop
old dogs that k!lled kane, that’s how i feel
he was actin’ like a b*tch when the china man got k!lled (he was shook!)
earhead wanna ride for his cousin
if n*ggas ain’t make him he wouldn’t have did nothin’ (wouldn’t, though)
he be havin’ flashbacks of lookin’ down a barrel
in the crib, like, “d*mn, n*ggas k!lled my cousin avril” (cryin’ to jacob)
he ain’t paid in full, ayy, he was a sucker
i don’t respect him, he ain’t love miss like a brother (and he was soft)
in the [?], why he ain’t k!lled rego?
and steady lyin’, [?], he gave him up to the people (sucker move)
and i’ma fresh the little spanish n*gga who wouldn’t shut up
i knew he was gon’ get k!lled, he talk to much (knew it)
been in my life, the movies is average
make a movie on me, guaranteed street classic (buss a mansion)
[chorus: busta rhymes]
nah, nah*nah (oh yeah!)
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (i always liked goin’ to the movies when i was small)
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah*nah (i like makin’ movies out of some of you, funny motherf*ckers out here, too, hehe)
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah*nah
(back on my bullsh*t)
nah, nah, nah

[outro: busta rhymes]
better get back on your bullsh*t
hehehehe…
’cause i’ll make a movie out yo’ ass if you ain’t back on your bullsh*t, n*gga

- uncle murda lyrics

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