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black child - murda freestyle (eminem diss) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: ja rule]
yeah
yeah
yeah
what the f_ck n_ggas
this sh_ts gangsta
this sh_ts gangsta, uh
put your guns down, put your guns down, ha ha
you know
put your mics down, put your guns up
put your mics down, put your guns up
’cause it’s gangsta, ha ha, yeah
y’all n_ggas know
all my n_ggas ’bout go real crazy on this sh_t
f_ck the bullsh_t, holla
yeah
ayo buck
you ready
let’s light these n_ggas asses out

[verse 1: ja rule]
yo, yo, yo, what kind a world is this where a snitch gets praised?
lookin’ out through the dark i see light shades
so i’m huntin’ ya blondie with the sawed gauge
’cause i heard that little n_gga there was talkin’ crazy
you heard joe crack
i’ll make ground beef out your baby
and have your mom’s gettin’ raped
by n_ggas and spics on the daily
em’ you know you fear me
’cause i’m clearly the rap game’s jimmy hoffa
n_gga, i’ll pop, who shot cha
[verse 2: caddillac tah]
yo, n_gga what don’t fold me
could only make me stronger
come on some frontin’ sh_t
you leavin’ wit the coroner
these n_ggas i’m f_ckin’ wit
is k!llers and they all bust n_gga
i’m bossed up, pimpin’ in that cayenne porsche truck, what
n_gga jump, it’s real easy
talkin’ real greasy
i’ll the fo_feasy do you dirty my neasy
we be m.u.r.d.e.r. d.o.a. f_ck a er
what

[verse 3: ch_nk santana]
n_ggas talk ???? ’em they soft clique
i hawks it
jump in the bucket, nah b_tch, i bust and walk b_tch
you suckas scared to die, if i had a tech or semi full of slugs, for clique
i’m prepared to ride, ay
what’s beef, f_ck beef
n_ggas need to meet up in the street and straight bust they heat
’cause on the concrete snitches don’t deserve to breathe
before irv a bleed n_ggas gots to murder me motherf_cker

[verse 4: trife]
i been waitin’ for this moment to happen for so long
and i’m goin’ straight for your arms
ain’t no way you could hold on
we squeeze first, don’t even reach or bother your tool
i stay wit hussein
don’t make us hit the streets and holla at rule
and get sumthin’ started that you ain’t ready to die for
wit all the sh_t i been through in life i’m wonderin’ what you try for
but keep spittin’ dog
trife could care less ’cause in reality we all know you frightened and fear death
[verse 5: hussein fatal]
i seen ’em all wodie
ain’t no n_ggas worse than me
i gets down dog
i’m talkin’ to the first degree
respect the stripes
this thug sh_t i rep for life
got ’em runnin’, they need fatal sneakers next to nikes
rule they buggin’, they wanna know who kept on thuggin’
the drinkin’, the druggin’, the fo fo, ??? ??? the hoes i’m rubbin’ on dimes, yes, o’s for dozens (uh huh)
the g_ngb_ngin’, the bloodin’ (yeah) and the grain i’m floodin’
change nuttin’

[verse 6: young merc]
look i ain’t got no love for n_ggas that’s tryna front on the inc
young and i’m comin’ and gunnin’ on any n_gga who think
sumthin’ change, i’m still the same homie, ain’t nuttin’ sweet
you want it, you get it quick and severely
n_ggas sn_tch up your family
your wife, your kid, your old mami, dog
i speak rarely, my guns speak clearly and
lotta dudes talkin’ but i ain’t wit it
n_gga i bangs out, so don’t be surprised when them shots rang out
bloaw

[verse 7: blackchild]
it’s self evident
n_ggas’ah die for another dead president
the fbi ain’t got no evidence
internal revenue we don’t need your services
atf will run up in your crib like cat burglars
the media is mass murderahs
we handle beef in the street n_gga
i know all y’all heard us
i.g., black child, j to a to r.u.l.e., caddillac tah from pov city
young merse and fatal wit ch_nk santana
we spit heat like hammers
cook beef like bammers
pigs could get it too
don’t make us spit at chu
it’s murda, your funeral’ll be beautiful
trife
hey charli

- black child

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