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Paris - Record Label Murder lyrics
Verse 1: Now what would you do if I blast All up in your shit mother fuck the whole staff Niggas non flow nine millimeter ?shit than slug? I'm seeing bloody bodies on the motherfucking rug 6 O'clock be the time if it's on let it be You see it in my eyes riding through hella deep sea Bitch you ain't gone do me like you did the lenchmob I'm decorated in this game I played too motherfucking long Now I ain't gotta name nobody name All I'm knowing is the whole fucking roster is complaining Talking 'bout these white boys trying to do promotions And white bitches trying to get fuck by these soldiers Talking wit that slang like you down but now hold on Seen that ass enough to get your devil ass stoled on Fucking wit the wrong nigga, playing wit my cash I'm known for putting devils on they motherfucking back Blast through the front door, what the fuck, I'm 'posed to talk Fuck court, I'll be a dead nigga 'fore you walk Blaow, now the nine had no motherfuckng mercy So who the sexy nigga, bitch, record label murder Chorus: (girl sings in background: Record Label Murder... That nigga ???? is serious, better have a nigga money, or next time your ?pay?...) Now we fit to start some shit Motherfucker shoulda quit Out for each and every dime, seem like every time I turn around, some jacky motherfucker trying to take what's mine Got the whole fucking clique Now we fit to start some shit Got these niggas out the zoo for the job Bow down or motherfucker you can die when we start robbing Verse 2: So many times I've seen these niggas fucked up out they chips 'Cause they didn't know the game, only making 10 percent Dealing wit these fucking jews, now you losing everytime How many (girl sings in background: The County Line) platinum niggas standing in the county line Make you want to get your brick and snatch his ass up out the car Baby renegotiate, fucking wit them scars Now you asking who I'm talking 'bout, homie you could pick This whole industry got niggas' shit on whitey dick And now, since I'm a soldier known to speak my fucking mind I'ma put you up on game everytime I start to rhyme Fuck that devil, get your own man, learn about some shit Or be another broke nigga telling what he did And now I think you know that I really gives a fuck Fear no evil cause I'm God let that the devil try his luck Last man standing up for the truth, say you heard it These players getting played homie, record label murder Chorus |
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