Correction Paroles Murder Music [The Global Edition] 2 par Busta Rhymes

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What it do, Loc? Yeah
We up in this motherf**ker
On some murder murder, kill kill sh*t (Uh)
Yeah, some real hip-hop sh*t

With so much drama in these London streets
It's kinda hard like a G for me to stay free, but I
Somehow, someway, stop myself from killing motherf**kers like every single day
Murder music, lucky I ain't bring my Gucci flow
A'ight, who's involved? I leave that pu**y pookie low
Suits and coats, I show you all the do's and don'ts
Weed smoke, gun smoke, but it's usually both
Being broke on fake love, I'm immune to both
Now I kill verses and keep features as mementos
I stay down tеn-toes and ran this sh*t up tenfold
I'ma bring my knife, and that's rеgardless of the dress-code
I make sure they come to Death Row
Call that beef, they let go, it's enough to make the dead roll
Spinnin' in their graves Potter [?] got H, but it's all peanut b***er [?]
They ain't meetin' deadlines, probably need a couple days
I need a couple million off the back, cah I came up sellin' crack
Now I got paper on my name

Murder music, mur-murder music
Murder music, murder music
Yeah, murder music (The Butcher comin', n***a)
(Uncle Snoop)Murder music, mur-murder music (Yeah)
Yo, murder music, just for this type of sh*t they could ban us
'Cause this what they gon' play when they wipe they prints off they hammers
I'm really like that, I ain't just write this sh*t for the camera
I did in my city what Michael Vick did in Atlanta (Yeah)
Cash saved for insurance, them bad days wasn't for us (Nah)
Still hood, roach clips and the ashtrays on my foreign (Haha)
In L.A., R&B b*t*h drunk with her hands around me
The night Swizz introduced me to Nas at a Grammy party (Uh-huh)
When my shrimp introduced me to hard, I had grams around me (No)
A star player never asks for the ball, they just playin' around me
N***as heard I took a shot, they was askin' if I was good
I looked the shooter right in his eyes when that trigger got pulled
Huh

Murder music, mur-murder music
Murder music, murder music (Yeah)
Yeah, murder music
Murder music, mur-murder music (Ha-ha)

Yeah, some come through the water (Uh-huh)
Some come through the border (Uh)
Some of them get caught, but that's dependin' on the porter (Yup)
Old n***as hidin', young n***as slidin' (Ughn)
I'm bein' a man just protectin' and providin'
My only concern is if it cooked right (That's it)
My chain yellow, way the diamonds set up, it make it look white (Ooh)
Kill you for nothin' 'cause they petty (Uh)
Cut into dog food with the fetti (Yup)
They young but they ready (They ready)
No crowd, I get my applause off the beat
I'm a boss so I make sure all of us eat (All of us)
Say, a couple funerals'll bring a war to a cease (Woo)
And remember, it ain't no reward for the streets
This is not normal (Nah) d**key suit is how we dress formal (Yeah)
The way I'm ridin' these tracks like a p***o (Woo)
Aight then, what's up then? (What's up?) I'm bustin'
Every control substance I touched it, I know it's disgustin' (Agh)
I'm just stackin', call me El Guapo (Uh-huh)
And I bet you never had a brick from El Chapo (Never)
Tuesday, I just play the crib and make tacos (Woo)
A lot of n***as frontin' like they nice, but they not though
Y'all spoke that up, now soak that up (Soak that up)
They done pulled my coat, n***a, the GOAT got up, what's up?
Murder music, mur-murder music
Murder music, murder music
Yeah, murder music
Murder music, mur-murder music
Yeah, murder music
Murder music, mur-murder music
Yeah, murder music
Murder music, (Yo) mur-murder music

I only got time to murder sh*t
I bang 'em while deafening both ears (Uh-huh)
When I'm makin' n***as black
And rip couches and throw chairs (Uh-huh)
At times I be unleashin' the wrath that most fear (Uh-huh)
I don't discriminate, I even body close peers
See I'm suggestin' most you n***as should get to steppin' to the rear (Uh-huh)
And f**k what most you n***as'll talk, I don't care (Uh-uh)
If you don't rep it right, you shouldn't come around here (Oh no)
Adjust one level up, make sure a n***a sound clear
They wanna stop, and wanna stare (They do)
They hate that I'm the best and it's greatness in the flesh and it's pointless to compare (Uh-huh)
You need to scribe this jewelry I write to save this sh*t on a server (Uh-huh)
And type the way that I speak for movin' space on a cursor
I'm not an advocate for violence, but push me, I'ma push you further
The script, hand on my hips, squeezin' the grip a little firmer (Huh)
These dumb n***as don't realize that it's better to be a learner
(Stupid ni-)
But when you don't is when you get the feelin' of burner
Shut the f**k up, it's better to be watchers, listeners, and observers
'Cause if you not, you'll f**k around, that's how n***as like you get murdered
Murder music, mur-murder music
Murder music, murder music
Yeah, murder music
Murder music, mur-murder music
Yeah, murder music
Murder music, mur-murder music
Yeah, murder music
Murder music, mur-murder music

Murder was the case, the-the, the case
The case was murder

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