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Keith Murray lyrics - Enigma

Whut's Happenin'

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Intro: Niggas can't hold me back We ain't comin' for no bullshit Niggas talking all that yackedy yack, word up Verse 1: Here's to Mrl Keith Murray the Mr. Pictionary The Mr. quicck to fuck shit up in a hurry ON the mic I'll squash you little Ms. Philosoophy With atomic technological atrocity I find it very ironic that niggas try to rhyme behind me the supersonic Def Squad MC Get bird's eye view And don't miss the crispiest nigga in the nucleus With futuristic linguistics Ballistics be twisted like physics (word up) Niggas be like how you come up wit this shit But it's automatic, I'm inorganic With the ability to travel nine planets Niggas can't undrstand it, please I spark the brain of your G's We could battle for car keys and car titles House deeds and bank accounts to make it final I got what you need The most homicidal words to co9me out of a human being Mind state sick like Idi Amin Hook: You can do what ya got to And say what you may But niggas gonna come outside wit gun play anyway So I play the game And let the ball bounce where it may And roll with Def Squad and L.O.D. everday X2 Verse 2: Abracadabra talk shit I'll reach right out and grad ya The hype got you like gimmy Don't let it have ya I'll knowck you skeezas pleasers black like Jesus Never lost in the jungle Navigators with caesars Instead dare iz a dark side said by Red I'm consciously, crusciously coming for your head I'm from a small coast call stay out my path And from a big city called foot up in your ass Jeepers, weepers, peepers get snuffed By the sneakiest, throughout the speakers Like fist to cuffs Who the fuck is this paging me? Oh, it's my creepy, greepy, grimy Rough rhyme, crimy Reggie, I'm saying Fuckwho, went where, when, why and how Get my shit to me not now but right now Lucky niggas went platinum Thinkin' they can see us We swoop down on crews Like angels on dust I'll leave you mental so broke You can't pay attention When I get inside your head And take your brain to another dimension I'm itching for a scratch And somebody to try to match The battle cat constatly be on it like that The doom has dawned in We knockin' niggas out without warning And pissing on them The configuration is brain cell wastin' Renegades of funk Like Africa Bambatta and the Zulu Nation You facin' a maniac Pacing over the track Constantly bringing drama like Jason In fact I'm L.O.D.ing it and there go planet Def Squad Puttin' it down play for play like Ahmad Rashad For the cause, I m wiring jaws Got niggas eating full-course meals out of crazy straws And if it win't def it ain't shit I'm taking it to the limit And killing it each and every minute Cause Keith Murray takes the beef a major step higher And peace makers will get causght in the cross fire Hip Hop's filled with back stabbers Blunt grabbers, cats with dirty claws, dogs with filthy paws Then you got rap artists Claimin' to be the hardest Bust them in their shit And they're quick to press charges Spot rushers, block busters, rockin' diamond clusters Comin' to stick the rich out you motherfuckers Educated black man on premises L.O.D. and Def Squad forever Arch nemesis

'n My City

B.G. "It's All On U Vol. 2"
[Intro] It's all about the 6 figgas You ballin nigga if you got five figgas [Verse 1] I got my AK nigga, and I'm quick to blast it Game tight like elastic Wit a block ??? murder jack it Eraser, Baby Gangsta, V.L. nigga I'm on a trail to Hell, before I go I want 6 figgas Uptown is where you catch me doin' dirt, gun slangin Nuts hangin, for sho, play me short and I'm bangin I ain't no ho, my heart don't pump water, it pump liquor Watch your step, I'll hit ya, I promise I'll split ya Click-Clack, everything I pack got hollow slugs I'm the definition of a thug My whole click sellin drugs Ain't no love, if ya outside the CMB We risin, drivin Lexus and big body Got them whole thangs for ten a key, niggas think we tellin tales But on the real, we got whole thangs for half a sell F.B.I. tryin to nail, but our click covered up smooth Whatever you do, or how you do, it's all on you Hot Boy, 16, playin wit G's This rap game is the life, nigga ya wouldn't believe What I go through and what I see, it's amazin On the slick, thirty six ounces, top twenty, I'm calculatin Hoes catchin masturbation, shit's a trip But I'm bout moola, fetti, cheese, green, my grip Nigga don't slip, cause i got 10 clips and I flip for it Nigga believe I'll rip a nigga shit for it [Chorus] In my city it's a struggle, you hustle to live large But you step or get stepped on, times is hard Shit get real, head get bust, blood spill It's bout havin thangs, that's why I want a mill (2x) [Verse 2] Nigga don't you trip cause I done came up on a lick And I'm servin thirty gram ounces for six I got the block sewed up now, come to me I'll take ya to B., he went down to ten a key We got coke floatin through that U.P.T. Glock totin, locin, in the GS3 bubble In the Lexus 450 Cruiser, block bruiser, nigga don't let the age fool ya Head bussa, Hot Boy, young baller The AK I pack is used for manslaughter My mind is to be respected, or ya neck come off Cause Uptown, there's no hesitation to set it off Load it up, release safety, and bust Retaliation is a must, I don't give a fuck I'm checkmatin niggas, that's on the real, so wuz happenin I'm full of that dope, scratchin, and I'm bout that action Is you bout that action, if not, clear a path I'm mad, I jacked a nigga and an ounce is all he had That's sad, you stun'n, jepardisin ya wig Doin' that petty hustlin, ain't comin up on shit What's the reason, bein on the block all day You ain't got nowhere to lay, that nickel and dime pay You'll do better grabbin a K., bein ready to spray Make a muthafucka day, nigga be ready to spray [Chorus] [Verse 3] Spark the beef up like a lighter, i'm a gangsta rap writer Everytime I spit, I get tighter and tighter Keep it real when I flow, hollow points I throw Quick to chop a nigga down like a fuckin lawnmow Playin a flow over the limit, in this music business Come wit shit, ya gotta listen, til the fuckin song finished Young menace, sport girbauds and reebok tennis Nigga know if I got beef, I spin a bin, spinnin Can't calm me down, cause I'm from Uptown Call me, it's war wit an army, wit tommy guns Wit drums, a hundred plus shots comin from 'em I don't give a fuck, if I did 'em, then I done 'em Take notes, bitches always try to be close Silent when you got money, but naughty when ya broke Bustas wanna be ya boys when they know ya got coke I stand alone all the time, bitch niggas catch a poke I hustle hard for what I want, if I don't then I'm a broke nigga Wit no money on my block then you a joke nigga I rap now, I put aside that coke nigga But if I gotta, I grab my ducht tape and my rope nigga [Chorus] [Talking: B.G.] I want a mil ticket (gettin wicked), mil ticket On the real, V.L., my nigga Big Moe, 2-2-3 L.T., Adam, G.A., Black Ten EightBall, Derek, lil Turk, Hot Boys My nigga Bubba got the Hummer For the summer

'n' My City

B.G. "It's All On U 1"
[Intro] It's all about the 6 figgas You ballin nigga if you got five figgas [Verse 1] I got my AK nigga, and I'm quick to blast it Game tight like elastic Wit a block ??? murder jack it Eraser, Baby Gangsta, V.L. nigga I'm on a trail to Hell, before I go I want 6 figgas Uptown is where you catch me doin' dirt, gun slangin Nuts hangin, for sho, play me short and I'm bangin I ain't no ho, my heart don't pump water, it pump liquor Watch your step, I'll hit ya, I promise I'll split ya Click-Clack, everything I pack got hollow slugs I'm the definition of a thug My whole click sellin drugs Ain't no love, if ya outside the CMB We risin, drivin Lexus and big body Got them whole thangs for ten a key, niggas think we tellin tales But on the real, we got whole thangs for half a sell F.B.I. tryin to nail, but our click covered up smooth Whatever you do, or how you do, it's all on you Hot Boy, 16, playin wit G's This rap game is the life, nigga ya wouldn't believe What I go through and what I see, it's amazin On the slick, thirty six ounces, top twenty, I'm calculatin Hoes catchin masturbation, shit's a trip But I'm bout moola, fetti, cheese, green, my grip Nigga don't slip, cause i got 10 clips and I flip for it Nigga believe I'll rip a nigga shit for it [Chorus] In my city it's a struggle, you hustle to live large But you step or get stepped on, times is hard Shit get real, head get bust, blood spill It's bout havin thangs, that's why I want a mill (2x) [Verse 2] Nigga don't you trip cause I done came up on a lick And I'm servin thirty gram ounces for six I got the block sewed up now, come to me I'll take ya to B., he went down to ten a key We got coke floatin through that U.P.T. Glock totin, locin, in the GS3 bubble In the Lexus 450 Cruiser, block bruiser, nigga don't let the age fool ya Head bussa, Hot Boy, young baller The AK I pack is used for manslaughter My mind is to be respected, or ya neck come off Cause Uptown, there's no hesitation to set it off Load it up, release safety, and bust Retaliation is a must, I don't give a fuck I'm checkmatin niggas, that's on the real, so wuz happenin I'm full of that dope, scratchin, and I'm bout that action Is you bout that action, if not, clear a path I'm mad, I jacked a nigga and an ounce is all he had That's sad, you stun'n, jepardisin ya wig Doin' that petty hustlin, ain't comin up on shit What's the reason, bein on the block all day You ain't got nowhere to lay, that nickel and dime pay You'll do better grabbin a K., bein ready to spray Make a muthafucka day, nigga be ready to spray [Chorus] [Verse 3] Spark the beef up like a lighter, i'm a gangsta rap writer Everytime I spit, I get tighter and tighter Keep it real when I flow, hollow points I throw Quick to chop a nigga down like a fuckin lawnmow Playin a flow over the limit, in this music business Come wit shit, ya gotta listen, til the fuckin song finished Young menace, sport girbauds and reebok tennis Nigga know if I got beef, I spin a bin, spinnin Can't calm me down, cause I'm from Uptown Call me, it's war wit an army, wit tommy guns Wit drums, a hundred plus shots comin from 'em I don't give a fuck, if I did 'em, then I done 'em Take notes, bitches always try to be close Silent when you got money, but naughty when ya broke Bustas wanna be ya boys when they know ya got coke I stand alone all the time, bitch niggas catch a poke I hustle hard for what I want, if I don't then I'm a broke nigga Wit no money on my block then you a joke nigga I rap now, I put aside that coke nigga But if I gotta, I grab my ducht tape and my rope nigga [Chorus] [Talking: B.G.] I want a mil ticket (gettin wicked), mil ticket On the real, V.L., my nigga Big Moe, 2-2-3 L.T., Adam, G.A., Black Ten EightBall, Derek, lil Turk, Hot Boys My nigga Bubba got the Hummer For the summer

I'm Known

AZ "Pieces Of A Man"
[Featuring Nas] Nas: {Verse One} What? Back to back Benzes, wit the wild gremlins Gaudiere style lenses, talents in the 40 cal, this is Life now, let me find out, you want the life style of mine no pal of mine Runnin' wit goons wit knife wounds from jail time Got the squad lookin' like tycoon, we all shine While we parle wit the flyest mommy of 25th street Watch how honey in the Lex do it I'm in the 6 V wit the 12 next to it You wanna stick me, then put ya best to it I die black, we see you in Allah Kingdom you try that Check the fly cat, 2 point 5 multiply that Cash rules, on my arm I flash jewels, and tatoos You can look, but don't touch we bad news AZ: {Verse Two} American Me, elgancy, treasury Wit the hopes to be rich before the bury me Born a Baptist, but moved on to higher practice My fire ashes, only macks I interact wit We all Dons, strong arm, all on calm But if it's war we on, comin' for niggas who crossed me wrong Select features, sit back connect the pieces Inject the thesis, spoke to my pops and left him speechless He saw me sprout, goin' through worlds that wore me out Never call me out, bitches and money, that's what we all about Through all the routes landed here, beach houses wit the chandaliere Me my crew, mad cans of beer It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear Presidential Suites at the Tangiere CHORUS: Nas: How you livin' on your block? AZ: Mines is hot, how you livin' on your block? Nas: I got it locked, what's goin' down on your side, who got shot? AZ: Same shit dun Nas: Yeah, alright I'll meet you up top AZ: Yo it's hard to shake this feelin' that I might get knocked Nas: Dun you know it don't stop, we can't close up shop AZ: {Verse Three} VVSin', nuttin' less than how we steppin' Coupes kidded, cuties wear the sleazy dress See me flexin' through the hood, d's be stressin' Illegal search, tryin' to find weapons for gun possession Never want for questions, every move made is destined Black professors, let's take it back to the essence Another version, of the Goldie, mack, pimp servin' Convince the urban, project, ghetto prince emergin' Half Hispanic, hollow tips, massive damage The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon chipped up, live by morals don't get it mixed up Dis what?, millionaire strut, wit the Crist cup Switched up, slow goin', gold showin' Doe flowin', eyes don't lie, hoes knowin' Main attraction, lace love in the latest fashion Trained in mackin' never, rockin' Gators clashin' Assorted wear, AZ, Firm extrordinaire Make it more severe, lockin' shit down all this year Nas: {Verse Four} Nowhere to go from here, but the top of this sphere Nuttin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here Wit the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster See me at the Copa, platinum choka The God's wit me, mad blunt smoke, it's hard to miss me Pick one out of two dimes to twist me New nines is crispy, mind on chips, rhyme on shit that's strictly made for cats whose rich Excuse me, is that your bitch in my 6 turnin' up the volume when she hear my hits On her wall mad flicks, now you want me blasted But don't get it confused over this rap shit Kinda laced, lookin' at diamonds in my onyx face Oyster perpetual Roly wit the day date Y'all playa hate this To fly for female singers who get face lifts fake titties We rule the world take cities I dreamed of this son Happy we made it past the jakes, fakes and fiends of the slum (Wor) CHORUS AZ (Nas): (Unh...What?) It's a doe thing, niggas know the game don't change (un, un) from the Coke game (Coke game) to the dope game from a slow brain (Dope game) Ha, ha (Fuck a no name) We done did it again son, they can't fuck around (No doubt, un) AZ (Nas) {Overlapping each other}: You know the game don't stop, from the Coke game to the Dope game (Firm Biz, Firm Biz...un...Total Package) Niggas know that the game don't stop from the Coke game to the Dope game fuck a no name (un, un B.K., Q.B., un) That the game don't stop, from the Coke game to the Dope game, know the doe... (Escobar, Sosa, ha ha, un) Niggas know that the game don't stop (Firm Biz) from the Coke game to the Dope game AZ: Niggas know that the game don't stop Niggas know that the game don't stop Niggas know that the game don't stop from the Coke game, to the Dope game, fuck a no name

Space Age Pimpin

Eightball
Verse 1 MJG Eightball: I'm MJG the nigga with the versatile style Check your calendar realize that I been here for awhile When I was young I took the soul up out of rhythm and blues When hip hop originated slowly paid my dues And take my shoes and try to walk a mile in my past Without them salt shaker sheisters tryin to get in that ass It's been too long you motherfuckers fittin to feel the south Shut your mouth, shut your do you little freak ass hoe I'm bout tired of all this damn east and west coast shit Especially when other niggaz tryin to work in this bitch I paid my dues to the fullest, worked to god damn hard For you too kill the industry and leave me out of a job You niggaz strain yourself, to maintain yourself And now you playin with enough rope to actually hang yourself But you don't care, hell, you constantly fallin deep in the plot Mesmerized from all the bitches and the money you got You must of forgot they said that rap would never last ten years And if your selfish to the fact, I'm tryin to have a career Now listen here, what do we have, we got probable cause To keep the pen on the paper and the glock in your drawers, nigga Remember back when we used to do this shit for fun Bein the dopest on my block made me ranked number one No gun, just a pen and notebook paper by the sheet In the crib, gettin funky off the next nigga beat No electronics to make the shit that I wrote the chronic Shit sick enough to bring vomit from your stomach Quick as a comet, shield your eyes from the UV Groovey, like a nigga from a Batman movie Real about the shit that I express over dope beats You can't say it was fake unless you grew up on my street Concrete head niggaz, runnin from FED niggaz, Po' ass scared niggaz, that came out dead niggaz And all I ever wanted to be was an emcee Did a little dirt and found it wasn't for me Poetry flowin through my bloodstream like a drug I'm addicted to rhyme because I love the buzz, nigga Chorus, Repeat 2X: My reason for rhyme Because I'm true to this rap My reason for rhyme Because I'm real with this rap My reason for rhyme It ain't all about the cheese Even though fat lp's can make a nigga g's Verse 2, MJG: My reason for rhymin, while I'm in, a position to be tellin It's not about the fame and them bitches who be yellin At my concerts, one verse, dicks up, quick fuck Lies start spreadin now you tangled in a mix up I gits up, do sits up, and squeeze my mental mindrame back in order And use my hand as a tape recorder Jottin down all the information placed in front of me The good time, the bad time, the way I think it oughta be Now follow G, can you comprehend? If you can then drink a shot of Hen Hit this hand on your silver end Friends don't be friends and foes don't be foes However the way you bring it, that's how you want it, I suppose I can stay up out the game keep my aim on my paper And I'll be sure to keep my pimpin real with Tony Draper And I'll potray the man that I'm known to be Dim the lights (Hip-tie) for the MJG Chorus, Repeat 2X Verse 3, Eightball: Give me a crowd of wild niggaz who love real hip hop And watched smoke get soaked up, like water in a mop Drop presidents among me and my own folk And let that bullshit walk among the past with ghosts Ain't no hope of bein takin seriously When limited avenues are given to me So, naturally I take shit and make shit mine Jackin only for position in this thing called rhyme Freestyle, not great, but if you wait for a second I could write some shit down that could get a gold record Thought about not the first thing that I think about MJG and Eightball and hard is how we comin out Runnin out, niggaz who can't hold on like En Vogue Even though I moved out the mound I'm still ten toed Down for the shit I do, the Suave House crew True to this shit, because this shit is so true Chorus, Repeat 2X End with shoutouts

Break A Brick Down

JUVENILE "Reality Check"
(This is, this is, this is, this is!!) Yeah... ha ha! Whoahh (yeah) [Juvenile] You put the coke in a tube, and whaddya get Whatever you want a car to the flip of your wrist Drug traffickin been happenin since seventy-six They lock us up cause government be wantin tax from the shit I call my people in Detroit, they get that 9-1-1 Hoe gon' put it in her pussy and come flyin with son And it's plenty full so he gonna consignment some Same nigga that I be gettin the lime-ah from Got yay too! How you want it? Soft piece or hard piece? Work ain't movin, I'll break it down in a heartbeat I'm tryin to put the new 25's on my Rover So when I hit the lakefront they gotta slide over Yeahhh, these hoes be respctin my cars When I pass, they smile and start adjustin they bras Niggaz peep hard and get to twistin they lips But they could easily meet God so homey don't even trip [Chorus] Ridin with the strap on my lap, other one in the dash On the way to drop this nigga off a fo'-and-a-half Last time he put my shit on his tongue He frowned up, cause the boy was NUMB Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down [3X] I can break a brick down, but I prefer to sellin it whole [Juvenile] I read the paper today and everything was kinda chill Word is circulatin niggaz is tryin to find a deal So he could ride behind the wheel of the 300 and put the dub deuces in the grill You think you can't get killed? Me neither That's why we almost forced to keep heaters A quick ruckus if a bitch touch us Ain't got no beef with no Muslims but move or you get hit brother These streets move forward and backwards These fiends out'chea somethin more than just actors One nigga get popped, another fo' get a package Watchin out for the law man patrollin the action What next? We tryin to bring it back to the team Let our dogs see how it is to do your own thing Not like Baby though, really put your own bling You ain't doin nuttin for me nigga, do your own thing [Chorus] [Juvenile] G shit to 'em, I don't just write rhymes Goin platinum offa talkin about my lifetimes I'm gettin love in these streets cause they like how I rock I'm just a thug on the beat, fuck a hip-hop cop Not jumpin on the bandwagon to get my props Got somethin happenin fo' me right within my block Now, everybody wanna be the king of somethin I guess I'll just call myself the king of hustlin I make things happen nigga, I'm a panhandler Shit not like how it's lookin on camera Won't exercise the right to put the bandana up And nobody gon' handle us, we never put they hammers up You couldn't make it where I survive Right now my city murder rate is at it's all time high And it's a must I have the piece in sight When I'm drivin know I'm showin them no teeth, just eyes [Chorus] [Chorus - second half only minus last half of last line]

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