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    "Murderah" Lyrics

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    Murdarah, Murdarah
    Murdarah, Murdarah

    Enemies please I keep my chest out believe me
    700 laywers and they all actin greedy
    Money hungry strugglin while thuggin
    my baby momma complain I'm full wit pain
    Cigrettes tha tame enemies filled wit pain
    Itchy fingers while niggaz they snitched out
    And bitches inches from havin pussy poppers wit pistol switches
    picture that
    I actually I'm happy daddy just dont understand
    I'm back on tha block wit chucks and my man
    And store my sexuality when all tha chickens where virgins (now)
    Rebellin in excursions wonderin if it be burnin up suburbans
    And my community we watch fights and it really dont bother me
    Sadamized by poverty
    Cause nobody think bout the babies
    cause nobody thinkin bout the babies

    Yeaaaaa!!!!!!!! murdarah murdarah
    Yeaaaaa!!!!!!!! murdarah murdarah

    Heavily in tha drug thang
    and if they can stop Saddam from sellin missiles
    How we satuated wit pistols they illegalize
    And tax which changed and mark my words
    They doin tha same thing wit cocaine
    and herb how we everyday handle well
    Jesus planted tha seeds and help ease lil boys and girls ease
    There minds and I aint talkin bout smokin weed
    Tha word is all you need follow my lead
    Im thorough I know wit different homies barrowed thru different girls

    Have double barrow pro hammers
    and I sold crack to sherrell and blastin
    Got cleansed to save my selve and no turnin around cause tha ??????
    Cause nobody cause no ones thinkin bout the babies
    cause no ones thinkin bout the babies

    Yeaaaaa!!!!!!!! murdarah murdarah
    Yeaaaaa!!!!!!!! murdarah murdarah

    Here for tha babies and I'm takin my kids wit me
    See Moses never made to tha promise land Satan come get me
    He's ready to burn us all baptize is flames like Kane
    Takin tha shot to my body can enemies aim for my brain
    Pray for tha devil hopin he change his ways he still laughin'
    Screamin I don't know tha half but tell me wha tha fuck done happen
    I aint worried bout a damn thing GOD got my back remember that
    And fuck me cause I'm on tha attack
    Cant waste my time wit these niggaz my brothers are just like me
    Makin a form wit tha image but I love to scrimmage wit tha team
    Believe in Jesus indeed huh
    gotta get more deeper concentrate on tha love
    Satan is gettin weaker no ones thinkin bout the babies no ones
    thinkin bout the babies

    Yeaaaaa!!!!!!!! murdarah murdarah
    Yeaaaaa!!!!!!!! murdarah murdarah
    Yeaaaaa!!!!!!!! murdarah murdarah
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Angeline for the contribution to this song.
    Written by Larry Cordle, Larry Shell.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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