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Artist:Bizzy Bone  Album:The Gift 

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Murdarah, Murdarah Murdarah, Murdarah Enemies please I keep my chest out believe me 700 laywers and they all actin greedy Money hungry strugglin while thuggin my baby momma complain I'm full wit pain Cigrettes tha tame enemies filled wit pain Itchy fingers while niggaz they snitched out And bitches inches from havin pussy poppers wit pistol switches picture that I actually I'm happy daddy just dont understand I'm back on tha block wit chucks and my man And store my sexuality when all tha chickens where virgins (now) Rebellin in excursions wonderin if it be burnin up suburbans And my community we watch fights and it really dont bother me Sadamized by poverty Cause nobody think bout the babies cause nobody thinkin bout the babies Yeaaaaa!!!!!!!! murdarah murdarah Yeaaaaa!!!!!!!! murdarah murdarah Heavily in tha drug thang and if they can stop Saddam from sellin missiles How we satuated wit pistols they illegalize And tax which changed and mark my words They doin tha same thing wit cocaine and herb how we everyday handle well Jesus planted tha seeds and help ease lil boys and girls ease There minds and I aint talkin bout smokin weed Tha word is all you need follow my lead Im thorough I know wit different homies barrowed thru different girls

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