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ma$e - kamakazi كلمات الأغنية

(intro)
this is murda!
and you listenin’ to “crucified 4 the hood”… volume 1! “10 years of hate”!
y’all know how we made it…
hahahahaha!
yup, you-yup-you’ pa-pom!
yeah!
yo!

50 you came to scoop n-gga
now i’m a burn this joint down! {whoooooooooooooooooooooooo kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
i got the metro! – petro! – the tech blow;
echo!
i make n-ggas in the club – move like it’s techno
chick scream: “heck no! ” – flow this crazy
i gotta get a cheque for rap version of creflo. {g-unit radio! }
you hear it in my flow that i done fathered n-ggas
i chill, go to church and i don’t bother n-ggas. {aaaooooohhh! }
but i’m gonna get mine regardless n-gga
and if you keep frontin’ like a champ’, i’m a tarver n-ggas;
come on! – we got the “unit” it’s not a “gorilla”
you got no beef it’s not over scrilla
bunch of loud mouths and i’m a concealer
this is “murda” n-gga, i named you “k!lla”!
yeah! {get back! }
word in the street is murda is home
and the broads don’t wanna leave murda alone;
come on! – more franklyns than aritha
go against ma$e betha and be ready for a ether
think i’m soft, but check it this is off the record
if i brought it to a n-gga if’d be off the record
{whooooo! }
uh! slow down easy! go down greasy!
n-gga take one right, give him 4 rounds easy
{whooooooo! }
ain’t no “ands” or “ifs” man, when i’m in the mix man
like i’m ambidextrous i pop left, switch hands
{whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
an loved in everyway cause i’m a rich man, {kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
i open n-ggas chests like vicks man
{d-mn! }
as in the m-a-$-e days
i throw chicks on the bench like the 6 men!
2 drops or more! – blue fox to floor!
new drop azure! – tube sox araur!
a flow this crazy then who dropped the ball {come on! }
the most controversial since 2pac shakur. {none stop! }
i’m givin’ ya n-ggas murder with all the ice-off
i’m grimey like the park with the lights-off
i’m not roy jones i never take a night-off
i’m tryna get my money up to get my n-ggas mics-off
and you don’t want a problem n-gga {ooooohhh! }
i feel like ’97 harlem n-gga
so calm! so witty! so don! so pretty!
and if i – lift the mink up, i’d blind the city! {shade 45! }
i put a .9 on the line. – them dimes coming with me
and i’m finished with bad boy now i’m signed with 50s! {oooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh! }
you think i’m in the booth still, cause i got the coupe’s still
kriss back and forth – like how the crew chill
can we by the restroom, ring like 2 mill’?
so on the back, there it’s good for 2 fills
i take her to the backseat where jacob in the back
she like ma$e, come mess up my make-up in the back. {come on! }
come here an’ get rowdy rowdy! – i just pipe her
then i give her back to her man to wife her
most she get, probably school clothes an a chrysler
but you get bizarre – take it way far;
like i slayed the raw, ’till i say tomorrow
you rememeber me – for toting that thing around
{whooooo! }
for half a century – they been throwing my name around
chicks get fidgety! – everytime i came around. {“crucified… “}
now it’s the enemy! – plus i got the anger now! {“for the hood”! }
you know i pull up on the – block! big grey – tost!
your mixtape – host! – get straight “ghost”
this thing in my diesel – put out so many shots
you can feel a breeze through. – one of your boys; please dude!
something to give me the right to leave you. {it’s the unit! }
a hole in your head so big you can put a key through;
cousin i’m it! – your uncle festa!
that b2k flow; i might molest ya
don’t even come unless you coming for real
cause right now i give you one that you won’t even feel
{whooooo! }
‘fore you even get the nerve to put your gun on my grill
you better speed on the highway, sleep under the wheel
if you know like i know. – you just lie low!
when you hear the fire go! blow!
blow!
blow!
– hit the floor…
{come on! }

(hook) (50 cent)
it’s kamekazi! (i run for the door!) – tell everybody! (yeah!)
we got the c4 to blow up the lobby
grab that ammo!
– c-ck the shotty
ma$e is back. – tell everybody! – harlem stand up!
yeah! {what? }

now what y’all think about ma$e on g-unit!
and ya know i don’t care what you think
hahahahaa…

(hook) (50 cent)
it’s kamekazi! – tell everybody!
we got the c4 (whooooo!) to blow up the lobby
grab that ammo! (ooohh!) – c-ck the shotty!
ma$e is back! – tell everybody! – harlem stand up! haha!

- mae

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