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Lyrics for Murder Rap feat Armageddon by Fat Joe:



Artist:Fat Joe
Taken from the album Jealous Ones Still Envy by Fat Joe
Album:Jealous Ones Still Envy
Track:Murder Rap feat Armageddon
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Views:105
 
Lyrics:Fat Joe]
Uh-oh, uh-oh..
Let's get it over with.
Yo sound boy turn the levels up

Let's get it over with, UH!
Terror Squad up in this motherfucker
Where my real
niggaz at?
My Bronx niggaz, my (?) niggaz
I see you Lil' Hat! Uh, Ahaha!
It's
time to take it to these niggaz right here
Yeah.. yo.. yo..

Who wanna spaz
out? Crunchtime, blow ya abs out
Leave you in the fetal position, witcha ass out
Ready
to mash out any crew actin like
they the true facts of life, frontin through the camera
lights
Despite, we hold it down regardless
I got Def Jam suckin me like, "I wish you
was my artist"
For starters, who's the largest cat?
Get a hundred grand from my most
garbage rap
Now how hard is that? Everything we spit be hot
Whether it's live on Flex
or in front of the chicken spot
Grimed out, we really live whatchu rhyme 'bout
See me
posted up in the Tunnel, with my shines out
Ice cold like Alaska when I pass ya
Got
girls shakin, losin they breath, as if they catchin asthma
Headed to the bar to pop some
bottles
Now we in the car headed home to rock some models
All I hear in the background
is Gucci and Prada
But I'm tryna gas these bitches to screw me for nada
We the best
that done it, confess you fronted
Anybody wanna test how much straps, you want it?


[Hook - Fat Joe]
Aiyyo the gangsta's back
Stop it right where you at
Let
a real nigga rock real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu
feelin it hard like Joe the God's really bringin it back!

[Fat Joe]
I'm from
my days and legends, since age eleven
I was the cause of dope fiends catchin AIDS infections

Most of us are dead, but the rest is locked
Runnin in the rec room and check me out on
the box
A CEO could get optioned tryna change the channel
It's like tryna take the
flesh outta the mouth of hungry cannibals
Joe the God, the flow is hard
Known for
packin two dozen birds like Noah's Ark
I'm the realest of 'em, make you feel the pressure

Catch you at a club, smack you up, steal ya leather
You niggaz soften me, beat you out
of the mix
Tough talk, tough walk, but you cry like a bitch
I see you downin the
Cris', I'm not hatin, I'm just aggrevated
I ask myself every day, how these faggots made it?

Fuck around with the Don and get decapitated
I'm sick of hearin 'em (?) for all the
cats that made it

[Hook - Fat Joe]

[Hook 2 - Armageddon]
Aiyyo
the kid is back
Leave it right where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you probably
won't clap
Tell them thug niggaz, move it on back
I'm feelin tight and I'm hot

Ready to pop the crack right through your back

[Armageddon]
That's how Kenny
rocks, I'm more advanced than how your learnin
I'm like the force of space balance and
planets while they churnin
Poppin rosary beads, piss on ya candle while it's burnin

Rush ya widows crib and pop ya... bodies...
Now I know you can feel the heat I generate

Imagine when I penetrate ya stomach, and make ya body's center bake
We can argue for
days, whether it's faster to drop five shots
in ya astronaut before you cloud the stash box

Splash ya brains on ya birds' laps
Swerve you on the curb, crash the Range, and push
the front skirt back
And murk after that, blurtin curse words
Yo I popped that nigga's
son one before we catch the first
I'ma kill any murderer, leave a nigga burpin up

Blood, chokin on chunks of his lung interior
Every verse that I spit's a personal riff

I meet a ill key frontin, I'm a murder you shit
Niggaz play me while distrubin the Bricks

I'm like the feelin of the first time they ever held a bird in they grip
Motivator
thug, scrape 'em, shoot the bolts in his butt


Energizin 'em up, make 'em wanna open
'em up
Actin like I can't happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple
Death to rappin,
I don't wanna battle
I'd rather rush your studio session and shatter the booth
Clap at
ya face, give the mic feedback the goof

[Hook]
[Hook 2
 
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