Murdera Uncle Murda

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[Intro: Uncle Murda]
EAST NEW YORK!!!!!!!!!!

[singer] (Uncle Murda):
I'm smokin that la, la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la
La, la, la, la (CARTER!!!!!!!)
I'm smokin that la, la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la
La, la, la, la (BROOKLYN!!!!!!!)

[Chorus: Uncle Murda] (singer)
They call me Uncle (MURDERA!!!)
I'm a Gettin Money Gangsta (MURDERA!!!)
Them girls be all on me (MURDERA!!!)
Yeah they love me like thaaaaaaaaaat!!!! (MURDERA!!!)

[Verse One: Uncle Murda] (*Sample from Taana Gardener's "Heartbeat)
OH!!! If you know me you know I'm so, street
And I ain't got no love for the po-lice
It's a recession I still get it for so, cheap
Niggas that's gettin them bricks off know, me
Look I be on the grind gettin mo-ney
If you broke you get no love from the ho-neys
Shorty that nigga you with, ain't, street
He shook baby I can hear his (*Heart-beat)
His friends said, I don't want no pro-blems
Tell duke relax we ain't gonna rob, him
Look I don't know is it me or the bi-ma
Or is she just a freak like Adi-na
But she all over me like ba-by
I just met her and she said I drive her cra-zy
You know I got the nine, tucked
Like whatever I'm on point like the line-up