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11/5 Blockstyle Murderah Here are the song lyrics for Blockstyle Murderah by 11/5. For more excellent 11/5 lyrics, run a search! Typed by: PittsburgOG925@aol.COM [Taydatay] Stack chips like Don Trump Comin' wit the slump So original head bustas Makin' moves from the junk Mashin' niggas [???] We stay loaded, fully loaded Let the game be noted We only comin' wit the coldest, hold up In '99 we breakin' 'em off wit major heat Sweepin' the industry off they feet Hypnotize 'em wit the beats It's the most hated, America's most blunted See niggas come from the bottom Then we turn around and run it Comfront it, we got cha Hollow points in the chamber Releasin' the anger Fuckin' around get caught up in the caper People stoppin' my paper Ain't no time for no games I'm watchin' niggas catch the vapors While I'm doin' my thang I hit the block and I swang Niggas and bitches they be jockin' They wanna floss wit us Cuz they know we 'bout the lock and load We warmed up for the score 'Bout to hit 'em wit a little bit of hardcore [Chorus] x 2 Cuz in my lifetime I'd a done gang of shit Invloved wit 211's, 187's for the chills Another blockstyle murderah Another blockstyle murderah We 'bout to have it bitch [Hennessy] And since I was a itty bitty niggy on the corner I was a performer Now my music gets women through California Love to get up on it We disinigrate all opponents And represent it, wit windows tinted Till you can't control it It's the O to the fuckin' A-K D to the A-L-D Fuck what the haters say, we paper chase So you can't tell me a muthafuckin' thang But the [?] We [?] too much blood gushers Cuz you ain't the one that run the hood We [?] from the goods Like they say, "Talk is cheap" Oh yeah, they workin' the tech So you get swepped up off your feet Now break up off of me, heard me In the game I'm a fill the lane like I'm James Worthy Hella slurvy Yes indeedy that's your boy That would keep the backpack And the clack-clack, you be destroyed You shouldn't have never got me pumped And now your soul is full of holes They've come to mop him up Cuz I was sloppy drunk And had to pop him up [Chorus] x 2 [Hennessy] It's just the flossamatic, caught the cabbage Nigga what, in the cuts, get no bumps Till my pockets got the mumps And when they jump We let them cats off That'll take yo head off Wit no explination, no hesitation Nigga just smash on Before the chance was smooth And all the work, yo ass was through Hoppin' fences, coherant distance while we passin' through I'm here to let you know boy We get to buckin' When you fuckin' wit them snow boys And makin' more noise [Taydatay] You know Cuz we be flippin' the script On top wit big faces Known in hella places Illutin' all the drug cases Fuck the basics, we goin' all out We got to show these muthafuckas what the Sco be about You got to follow your route, Follow your route, follow your route Cuz without the paper Niggas gon' be assed out I'm talkin' word of mouth I said, "You in it for the whores" You know my Hunter's point niggas be straight hard [Chorus] x 4
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