Black and Yellow Uncle Murda (Ft. Cooch)
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[Intro: Cooch & Uncle Murda]
Oh man!
Ay yo Murda!
We got these niggas scared!
These niggas is scared son! (ha ha!)
You niggas don't want it with us!
Brooklyn! GMG! Banger music! GMG!
[Chorus: Uncle Murda]
When I check niggas I be putting bullets in their face
Yeah it's black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape (bang!)
We don't tell on ourself this ain't the first 48
Yeah it's black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape (yeah!)
My fully loaded calico put niggas in their place
Yeah it's black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape (oh!)
The crime scene getting investigated by the jake
Yeah it's black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape (huh)
[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
If I don't spit the hottest bars you ever heard (what?)
Then Big Meech wasn't flipping no birds (damn!)
Bob Marley wasn't puffing no herb (cough)
And them pappies in Harlem don't stand on the kerb (ha ha!)
If I ain't the definition of keeping it real
Then Eminem ain't nice he don't got no skills (oh!)
On some G shit (what that?), if I'm beefing with 'em
My hooligans is killing whoever eating with 'em (go 'get em!)
He a business man they killing who in the meetin' with him (he in a suit?)
He at the hotel kill the chick that's creepin' with him (she cute?)
Gun smoke, bullets flyin', his funeral 4 days later, his fam cryin' (ah!)
My little major hype I call him the beretta kid (Nemo!)
He like yo let me go and kill his relatives (yeah!)
He said that when we drove past the way
I start laughing, like not now nigga wait (ha ha!)
Oh man!
Ay yo Murda!
We got these niggas scared!
These niggas is scared son! (ha ha!)
You niggas don't want it with us!
Brooklyn! GMG! Banger music! GMG!
[Chorus: Uncle Murda]
When I check niggas I be putting bullets in their face
Yeah it's black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape (bang!)
We don't tell on ourself this ain't the first 48
Yeah it's black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape (yeah!)
My fully loaded calico put niggas in their place
Yeah it's black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape (oh!)
The crime scene getting investigated by the jake
Yeah it's black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape (huh)
[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
If I don't spit the hottest bars you ever heard (what?)
Then Big Meech wasn't flipping no birds (damn!)
Bob Marley wasn't puffing no herb (cough)
And them pappies in Harlem don't stand on the kerb (ha ha!)
If I ain't the definition of keeping it real
Then Eminem ain't nice he don't got no skills (oh!)
On some G shit (what that?), if I'm beefing with 'em
My hooligans is killing whoever eating with 'em (go 'get em!)
He a business man they killing who in the meetin' with him (he in a suit?)
He at the hotel kill the chick that's creepin' with him (she cute?)
Gun smoke, bullets flyin', his funeral 4 days later, his fam cryin' (ah!)
My little major hype I call him the beretta kid (Nemo!)
He like yo let me go and kill his relatives (yeah!)
He said that when we drove past the way
I start laughing, like not now nigga wait (ha ha!)
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