The Dance Murs (Ft. El-P)

[Intro: Murs]
Let's do it
Ah-ah, ah
Ah-ah, ah
Uh-huh, hah, uh, ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha

[Verse 1: Murs]
You didn't think me and El was comin' like this
Def Jux, motherfucker, and we run this shit
Got you all up on your keyboard stunnin' and shit
Oh, you got a couple jokes, now you funny bitch? (Ha-ha)
And we laughin' all the way to the bank
On point in the cut, like we holdin' a shank
Got it all up on ya back, now you walkin' a plank
Try to do it like this, bitch, you drawing a blank
Do it double-time all up in your face
Like piranhas when you drop fresh meat in the tank
Fell off in the game, can't keep ya rank
Mad 'cause you try to rap shit, but you ain't
Been around no real shit where crews peel clips
Niggas that kill for fun
Wanna talk that ill shit, sayin' how you kill shit
Bullets still in ya gun
Kool-Aid in ya veins, so now you gotta change clothes
'Cause you pissed ya pants
Saw me Durango, said you wanna tango
Now, this is the dance
Where ya shoes at? Where ya crew at?
Claim you do gats, but you do rap
What, you gonna bust a verse right before the guns burst?
Push ya girl on the ground so that you can run first?
Now you 'bout to get rolled up, hold up, wait
Just an MC that was tryin' to make cake
Now you got a gun all up in ya face
All of a sudden found God like Run and Ma$e
Thought it'd be fun to front on tape
Now you wish you would have stuck to drum 'n' bass
But you had to be hard on the boulevard
When you never gangbanged a day in ya town
Try to be a manhunter, when the streets ain't a jungle
Jim nigga stop playin' around, lay it down...