Murdergram - Lyrics - Mama Said Knock You Out - Ll Cool J

Title: Murdergram
Album: Mama Said Knock You Out
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Marlon Williams, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Aiyyo, don't go near the speakers

The big showdown, the display is skill
I'm the type of guy, so put your girl on the pill
Take a family snap shot, kiss your wife
'Cause I'm like a knife, the concrete is right
And I'll take your life and take you like python
I'ma do you wrong

Any emcee, who you wanna name?
I want pain that I can be tamed
Talkin' 'bout guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to make a whole damn army
I can't hold back the way that I feel
'Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like you're slippin' off banana peels

You're like fruit cake, your fruit cocktails
First your title now I'm takin' your female
All of a sudden you're so proud of black
A baseball hat but you ain't sayin' Jack

The ripper is back and you can't escape
'Cause one of my records will sell more than your whole tape
I want beef, bring on the rookies
I got more than just Cool J cookies

Rip Rock, crush, stop
Cop, I'm poison come and take a drop
I bet your teeth will end up around the corner, kid
Don't ask me why I did it?

I'm civilized damage to a nobody
And I'm carryin' a gun if I'm rhymin' at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, L.A.
I'll slay wherever you play

D.C. or Philly or Baltimore
I'm worryin' the rich, invadin' the poor
Perpetratin' in your video, here's the real smoothin'
Country accents, who do you think you're foolin'?

I play crushable, late night craps
You only knew 'cause you onto your raps
And rap city and V E T
The channel 31 and but now here I come

To save the day and the now you're gettin' done
Like a hooker, don't try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the battle you little fake
It's [Incomprehensible] comin' out your kitchen sink

Your mic's a baby bottle, son
Some say they ain't but I am the one
The slice is that the fire boy, it'll break you
Servin' or heard em a word occurred to him
Then he could move a would get moved on

Like a shotgun blast
Big mouth emcees, I'll bet you none last
?Cause they ain't stable or able
And I boost the party like jumper cables

So plug me in and put me on
I'm serial hard so I can battle a-more
From coast to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary but you still don't phase me

Listen and we can sound cheap
Reach out for my blackness but you represent wackness
You?re bitin' on the castle door
But when you fall in the moat, I won't see you no more

Let's get together and diss LL
Use his name and your records might sell
I can't believe you band of dead maggots
Crawlin' all over my name, I won't have it

You better look in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why walk in quicksand?
When you can stand on your own two feet
I'm rippin' emcees, a funky drum with a big beat

Name the date and a arena
Your three year old ballerina
I can't believe the suckers try to throwdown
Whether you're new or older than motown

Just kick back
I don't like a stagger wagger psycho rap
You can't handle the format
Whether you're swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I need is a broom

If I slay the way they slay, punk, play the pay
Mr. Morris has entered the buffet
Some of y'all are sittin' in rows
Plates of the hot butter rolls

Beat your with boloney, slap you with salami
'Cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make you wonder
Why you don't hear bass but you feel the thunder

You get cooked, I'll knock out your tooth
We'll be fightin' from lobby to the roof
You are on me like I wrote your dinnertime
Yo, Marley, whassup? Spill the time

Nah man, just kick a little warmth
Pass the brass knuckles then we break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I want silence
Let KRS-One stop the violence

Ain't no rivals, ain't no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' you into submission
I'm gettin' busier than ever before
Never more will I'll slack, I'ma keep it real raw

Eat you up like a pack-jam
Video for poppin' over a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, tappin' you on the head
Then leave the battle lookin' as happy as a newly wed

Give me a Tech-9 to spray
Save the peep and put it on lay away
I'll make a major main event and send a jam, the fans will understand
Then you weep about the murdergram

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Z - Murdergram - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Murdergram
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Earl Simmons, Jeffrey B Atkins, Tyrone Gregory Fyffe

Lyric:
Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, can't be serious
What you think is gonna happen
With three of the illest niggas together
Street music and so fourth on one track,huh?
Can't be serious, it's murda nigga, huh, it's Murda

Mothafuckers wanna kill me but don't got the heart
To look me in the eyes with the nine and spark
'Cause whether you're for or against this
When I spit with murderous intentions
Everybody goes, everybody knows

The weapons I possess, they not for show
And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the door
See once I flash mother fuckers better do the one shot dash
Or be one shot ass

J to the A Y to the drive by to your hood
Screamin' bye-bye to you, why would you fuck with me?
Knowing I put you six feet deep and them niggas
Could die wit'cha cock the hot pistol and pop the hot Cristal

And promise you only one thing, to not miss you
Jahova know the god that served ya
'Cause dead or alive when I arrive it's murda

Shit I hope y'all niggas know to lay low now
'Cause thou shall perish if you don't bow down
'Cause I hit 'em on sight, it's dark, dim the lights
You shot twice god bless to this the night

That a lot of niggas fear the coming of their life
And you dead right be in hell looking for ice
Fuckin' with Ja you bitch niggas talking shit
All on my dick you broke niggas making me rich

You gonna blaze me 'cause you high ripped off the henne rock
Flow semi-hot handling me your not
Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat this
Rather beat your dick or your bitch

My flow be the sick shit, gravely ill
Niggas dying 'cause they know I spit like iron
Nothing but bark flyin', flows and mics, hell and night
Go together like heaven and light
Niggas ain't seein' my plight, It's alright

I let the world know I shine like ice
I bet it all I can throw a hard four in the dice
'Cause I'm a gambling man, you should gamble
With a gat in your hand, spin in barrel and put it to your head

'Cause we don't dance no more all we do is cock and spit
Dedicated to giving you nothing but thug shit
Think we playing, you undoubtable fall further
Fuckin' with I N C is murda

I'm a cruddy nigga, goin' raw-doggin' dirty bitches
And if I get burnt, I'm givin' that shit to thirty bitches
You say you know a nigga like me, guess again Poppy
I might smile up in your face but I ain't your friend Poppy

Jump out the fifteen hundred like runnin', niggas don't want it
Get it, done it, when I'm blunted
However it went down, I made it happen, made it scrapin'
I made it fussin', bustin', I made it cappin'

And lettin' off wasn't nothing new to a nigga
Something to do to a nigga 'cause you is a fool nigga
I know your type, you hype, all up off that fake shit
You can't understand why a man would have to take shit

Or steal shit, but this is that real, niggas kill shit, peel shit
I hit you in your head you won't feel shit
Let the dogs lose on a niggas ass
Find out if the niggas faster then the trigger's blast

A fucking snake in the truest form
Knowin' damn well that what I do is wrong, plus what I do is strong
Niggas is makin' movies so I gots to stop production
I need a block to function and maybe I'll stop destructin'

The blocks is not for frontin', so let me get that shorty
'Cause you don't need that shorty
You don't know what to do with that shorty
You might as well hit this 40, before you hit the floor

Another 24, what you want, money, more?
Them niggas did it raw, with no condom
You find 'em, sayin' sorry he for what he said before I blind them
Get the flame out the four fifth, and there ain't gonna be no more riff

Dog you want a floss tiff but would of made it to the door if
Bullets traveled a lot slower and you ran a lot faster
But they don't and you can't so don't think about after
'Cause tomorrow ain't comin', so stop runnin'
'Cause you gonna die like a sucker, murder motherfucker

Uh, where my mother fucking dogs at?
My nigga Jigga, my dog Ja, Irv Gotti, Rough Riders, Def Jam
Where my dogs at? Top Fight Uh, where my dogs at?
Hold me down, baby, hold me down, baby, hold me down, baby
Boomer one love nigga, murda motherfucker

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