Come Non Mai Murubutu (Ft. DJ T-Robb & Nine)
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[Testo di "Come Non Mai" ft. DJ T-Robb & Nine]
[Intro: Nine, Murubutu]
Yeah, big Nine
Echo:Met
M-M-Murubao
What up?
[Strofa 1: Nine]
We can get it on if they want to
I'm harder than anything that they gone through
And I was born to verbally shock the masses
Put smoke in the air and raise your glasses
Toast to me, pay homage, vocally they garbage
Openly I'm honest, hopefully they get the message or
I'ma have to teach 'em a lesson
I'm so full of aggression, not the one to be testin'
You can ask a question, that don't mean I'ma answer
Move around when I spit, that don't mean I'm a dancer
Take a shot at me, your nigga won't have a chance to
Breathe for a second, I'm mean with the weapon
So easy, I stretch 'em like good coke
I keep noddin' on the block like good dope
And I would hope that you would know better than
To play with this feather and front on me, it's fronts out
Only time you smoke somethin' is when the blunts out
Don't run your mouth, just run along and fly south or get knocked out
Knocked out, knocked out, knocked out
[Intro: Nine, Murubutu]
Yeah, big Nine
Echo:Met
M-M-Murubao
What up?
[Strofa 1: Nine]
We can get it on if they want to
I'm harder than anything that they gone through
And I was born to verbally shock the masses
Put smoke in the air and raise your glasses
Toast to me, pay homage, vocally they garbage
Openly I'm honest, hopefully they get the message or
I'ma have to teach 'em a lesson
I'm so full of aggression, not the one to be testin'
You can ask a question, that don't mean I'ma answer
Move around when I spit, that don't mean I'm a dancer
Take a shot at me, your nigga won't have a chance to
Breathe for a second, I'm mean with the weapon
So easy, I stretch 'em like good coke
I keep noddin' on the block like good dope
And I would hope that you would know better than
To play with this feather and front on me, it's fronts out
Only time you smoke somethin' is when the blunts out
Don't run your mouth, just run along and fly south or get knocked out
Knocked out, knocked out, knocked out
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