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Bloody Murdah - M.O.P.
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Bloody Murdah M.O.P.

Bloody Murdah - M.O.P.
[Intro x5]
I don't give a fuck where you from

[Chorus]
Murda, murda, murda
Fuckin' with me you gon' lose
Murda, murda, murda
It's gonna be murda
Uh
Murda, murda, murda
Fuckin' with me you gon' lose
Murda, murda, murda
It's gonna be murda

[Verse 1: Lil' Fame]
And that goes for everybody thinkin' it's them (Uh-huh)
This goes for everybody thinkin' it's them (Uh-huh)
That goes for everybody thinkin' it's them
FUCK (fuck) you, you and you, her, him and him
What up, mister gangsta? (What up?)
What up, mister pranksta? (What up?)
What up, bitch, it's Famesta
You jive-ass wannabe, live-ass half-faked-ass grimy-ass slimy-ass caterpillar
This shit's the realness (uh), game over
Get your shit tight, Sammy, you sound so shocked
Nigga, I ain't holdin', I come to the rock
Through all blocks to hold me down 'cause I'm rockin' weird clothing (Hahahahaha)
Bitch, this M.O.P.'s, fuck all o' you niggas (Oh yеah)
Fizzy-Fizzy-Fizzy's balls is the biggest
Playa OG okey dokеy, I blow and cap peelin' your house
While yo' family playin', karaoke
I'm a get down nigga, sip brown liquor
Hennessy straight, make the kids sound slicker
Don't have me call the First Family up to brawl
'Cause we love war, we the definition of
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