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murs - 3:16 كلمات الأغنية

chorus
left me standin here
on this lonely street to cry

[murs]
this is a living legends, justice league
definitive jux presentation
brought to you by 9th wonder aaand murs

[verse 1: murs]
what up though, still givin’ a f-ck so
open up your changer and get ready to dump those
disc of the dudes that be soundin’ the same
they get up on tv, steady clownin’ for fame
disrespectin’ ancestors that was bound in them chains
but i’m around in the game so thangs is bound to change
i’m tryin to walk that thin line between intelligence and ignorance
have a little fun while makin’ music of significance
a nemesis to n-ggas just bumpin’ they gums
i give a f-ck where you from, it’s where your heart at b-tch
you gon’ bite, little doggy, or just bark that sh-t?
a slave to the rhythm, 9th spark that whip
cause my heart can’t quit, i got something to say
cause these n-ggas wanna act n.w.a
n-ggas with artillery and nothin’ to spray
just some non-writing -ssh0l-s with nothin’ to say

[hook & 9th wonder speaking]
that’s right motherf-ckas
old salty -ss, sideways -ss motherf-ckas
y’all f-cked up now, huh? murs, get em

[verse 2: murs]
i’m from where we leaving running and we hop outta cars
jump out and beat you down in some new all-stars
no stars and stripes, just bars and pipes
and n-ggas just start shootin’, they too hard to fight
i’m scarred for life, and charge this mic with bars of fright
dare any one of you frauds to bite
i’m raw as life with loss of wife and cause of strife
spittin’ sharp wit like i floss with knives
not contrived or conceited, on your radio repeated
i’m elitist and i leave this red hot like kiedis
i’m a californicator, and a street narrator
steady runnin’ rappers down until they meet their maker
concrete caretaker to these weak imitators, they a
screech to my slater, piece of beef to a gator or the
heat versus lakers, i’mma speak to ya later
and let 9th take me out with techniques and a fader

[hook & joe scudda speaking]
what’s wrong wit y’all man?
the f-ck is y’all thinkin’ bout?
d-mn, them motherf-ckas is lame man, get ya sh-t right man

[verse 3: murs]
i’m from the home of double k, nothin’ but trouble gang
kws’s, lts’s, ofa’s
and every other crew that used to rack cans and spray
and mob the rud before the mta
so don’t hate what i say or talk down when i bust mine
tryin’ to make some green like the culver city bus line
i’m unsigned and hyped, dump mines on sight
this living legend gang, what you punks rhymin’ like?
i combine with 9th, sickest with these beats
i mean so sick like he’s forgettin’ to eat
a hard man to take down like michael vick on his feet
and anybody chose me they was thinkin’ defeat
i’mma spit with this heat until i get my credit
i’m a verbal martial artist like i’m signed to shady records
and you b-tches best respect it or i will destroy you
have your whole crew screamin’ out “you’re my boy blue!”

- murs

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