Loaded Lux vs. Murda Mook (2003) URLtv (Ft. Loaded Lux & Murda Mook)

[Produced by Smack/URL]

[ROUND 1: MURDA MOOK]
Murda Mook getting them chips again
Last smack what happened, my shit got back from Switzerland
Dog, your on my dick for what? You mad at me cuz I ain't have to give no chips to your bitch to fuck?
Listen Lux, you an infant, I'll rip you up
Chew you, spit you out, and watch them stitch you up
And I'm cool once they fix you up
Cause you got celibate gats
He would never let his pistols bust
I love heats, I think I'm bout to market some
This nigga flow shaky like he got Parkinson's
Listen, It's a rap once I palm the gun
Might as well call me Glenn the way I'm robbin' son
I'm Harlem's son, if I hear you mumble that I'm not
Hop in the box and save the gun the trouble of the shot
Cause the muzzle on the Glock, quiet when them shots fire
Till you wondering why you lying in some hot fire
With a nigga with a pitch fork
I'm just foreshadowing
Moral of the story pop, quit with all the slick talk
Dog, ya money this short, a Benz what my wrist cost
Look at you ha, look at me. This is what my bitch bought
Fine, you enhance the drama
Call me the syrup sniper cuz I'ma shoot your aunt cha mama
Everybody in your family, dog
I got no remorse, I'll even clap the family dog
Your bitch want a real man to score
Probably cause he the type to nut
Before she get her panties off
You immature, just like your measly flow
This nigga here government bread easy dough
I'll let you live but you better be easy though
Cause I could make you sit calm like a TV show
Easy!