Murda Mook vs Loaded Lux

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This historic battle would go down as a classic while some considered it to be controversial because in public opinion there was no clear-cut winner. It took place… Read More [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!

[ROUND 1: LOADED LUX]

This nigga so fucking frail

He ain't trust his skills heard he had to battle me

He couldn't sleep

He needed a week to go home and write raps for me

He got word from the faculty, "he nice, we need a strategy"

Now I'ma put this money up

But look Mookie, don't embarrass me

Well actually that's when the dude come in

I heard you balling you getting some schooling in

That nigga go come home

And grow up in the same room he grew up in

Don't play he-man, please, freeze!... and keep hands free

Cause you know the drill: if you pass away they'll go behind you like the three man weave

This is ugly! This cat! Yall put Mugsy! on Shaq?!

It's like a pink rugby, gray slacks; how the fuck is we a match?

You rapping for dough? Packing shows? Mook get the hell out

You might as well be yourself

At least you know you a fucking sell out

Look I'm bout getting this money, C.T.C.!

"Cut the check" give Lux respect, aye fuck youngin on, PCP?

You was getting high with the dell guy!?

He's telling you the PC's free?!

What happened to that part deal on the DVD?

I couldn't believe I turned on the smack shit and seen his face

Like goddammit

This nigga's parents smacked some shit up on his face

Don't start, I'm a shark in a pond with a guppy

I rap how he look, so yeah, this shit gone get ugly

Yeah I'm convinced you ain't even have to sell to retire

Nigga you wouldn't kick a hot bar if your cell was on fire

That's his mom's again, my cell be on fire

Bitch wearing me down, I tell her like "you cutting up!"

She say "wait you hearing me now?" I said-

You better take this butter to escape this gutter

You'll never make mils like Jae Millz's mother

Glock in the waist and I don't carry birds to dinner

Your bitch I pop her and skate

She'll get shot in the face like a Larry Bird defender

He taking L's with that Dave Chappelle-hazy sell

Mook Murda keep coming up short like Asian males

Yo you like an employee that just got fired this nigga work bad

Hey what's that new nigga violator just signed

Oh yeah, he got dirt bag'd!

Mook don't wanna serve fiends, he knew what my birds bring

Get the crills, hit the field, hustle like the third string

Mook let the mic go, you ice cold!

If Caucasians buy most of the albums

This nigga wouldn't even go white gold

You don't like low. Look at him! He want to catch me in bed wet me with lead, murder me in it...

[ROUND 2: MURDA MOOK]

Forever I'm in floss mode, even after I'm shot

I bet you catch me in the drop at the crossroads

And I sport clothes that cost more than four O's

Lord knows I bought robes for where the Porche goes

You wanna talk dough, lets talk plasma

And dust for money machines until you got asthma

Y'all rookies at this, I got the game padlocked

Look at the clock doc don't put up a bad shot

I got a stash box that's big enough to stash Glocks

Big enough to have blocks running like they ass hot

This nigga a fake wolf; he a Minnesota mascot

In my hood theyre finding bodies where the trash drop

I'm past hot, I should be living on Mars

Here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars

Murda, Jigga, Jada, used to be Nas

But now he on some shit about the moon and the stars

This nigga falling off? That's just part of the cycle

How I'm doing this little kid, y'all got me feeling like Micheal

And I ain't trying to to catch a charge

So quit with all the reckless talk

If he say he got a deal he about to buy a deck of cards

All my weapons large, type of shit I'm letting off

Type of shit that motherfucker Saddam was arrested for

I'll put your name in stardom

Under "innocent victim found slain in Harlem"

If you think you a problem, I'll subtract you from your fams

Plus I'm multiplying my stacks up for them grams

You don't really wanna "blam"

He just talking like operators

Hood silencers; you wanna eat some hot potatoes?

Cops portray us to be trouble makers

Cuz I bubble cakes up and I'm like a xerox cuz I double paper

[ROUND 2: LOADED LUX]

Yall betting I put money on yall plates with this wack shipment

Even he looking like he feeling a little funny About his weight

That's why he eating a lil like fat bitches

My raps vicious and I'm skilled with the choruses

He still cutting crills, hustling pills like Morpheus

Walking in the offices, all out of order

This lame in the game and he ain't scored a whole quarter

A&R guy lie worser than his lawyer

They see Mookie thirst but won't point him to the water

This cat he sweet, ought to fax his beats

And his raps just weak, like crack-head teeth

You couldn't stack bread chief when you limited to life

Look, he wore a chain, but gotta wait till the winter to see ice

I bundle tan-man get my yellow brick road on

Y'all all felons cause even the niggas telling get told on

Last nigga tried work L, prolong I stole on

Let the dirt trails, church bells and slow songs

In the valley up in since real since balleys was the kick still

You'll get shot walking through my alley like it's McBeal

But bitch ain't no halle or no Winfield

Lin that is, then yo bitch better learn the value of a Kids' Meal

Mook I rally into big bills, right cause if I feel slim on Benjamins

Faggot we go do it like the pilgrims and Indians

You thought 50 had many men?

Nigga you'll get jumped, heat and thrown in the trunk, like harry and the Henderson's

Aye, the beats get played

I throw fire on it, heat get blazed, his CD plays

And get disc like CD trays

See his babe shape don't look right

But I get head so much I make her look up so I remember what her face will look like

You can't take your push white, if the weight don't cook right

Ain't bout this money?

Well Mook, why we even conversating? Goodnight!

Round 3 :Murda Mook

Niggas school me as a youth, I was fit for the booth

Everybody on the block wanted to listen to Mook

Like whoo, this kid is the truth. How he spittin this loose?

I can't wait to his shit drop like it was shit on the coop

Y'all spit fiction, you ain't never pumped on the strip

Shit, you might have had on pumps on the strip, you a bitch!

And you ain't moved a brick since head start

Go head talk, be that next nigga the feds chalk from lead spark

You on the block where mets park in front of your crib

And your mom's all crying outta her wig

This lame nigga ain't worth it

If i ain't it, shit, I'm the closest one to perfect

I ain't doing it on purpose

We ain't the same: you playing Sean, I'm Curtis

You frontin', I'm stuntin' and it's getting niggas nervous

I got the morphine to feed this cocksucker

I'm the champ, I got the belt, this hot peas and butter

And I can't let another motherfucker come and snatch it

So I gotta keep the ratchet like Jason with a hatchet

Should I coup it? Should I hatch it? Or should I Maybach it?

Or come up with a crazy car called the straight jacket?

Y'all don't really wanna beef, you don't really want your peeps

Laying in somebody's beach, identified by their teeth

Ease up, or feel more heat than twenty perms

Half your hammers don't exist like Missy curves

Any herbs want to come taste what the semi serve

I got plenty nerve to crush y'all cats like sticky herb

I don't know what the fuck is wrong with yo' man

But Tai, you better get him

Before niggas singing that song for your man

Yall don't want a reverend reading them psalms for your man

About how God opening up his palms for your man

So fam, quit running around talking about your ass hot

I know you heard what happened to the last pop

You ass, I can award you wouldn't blast shot

He cake batter, he'll shatter like when glass drops

This fag want cocks to run in his rear

I bet he probably wear leotards under his gear

But he swear he a nightmare, thinking I be frightened, quit it

Pop admit it, we all know you wouldn't fight a ticket

I wouldn't even want to pipe your bitches

I'm getting type suspicious

Cause your bitches is looking like your niggas

The G.M.-I'm ahead of the culture

Murda got the game locked like it ain't never was opened

Imaging you stealing the shine while I'm here

You got a better chance stealing the shine from Times Square

My flow's ahead of your flow two times squared

My dough's ahead of your dough, you sign where?!

He don't even got a career

He look like he starving like you ain't got a dollar to spare

I'm hotter than yeah—every motherfucker in the game

Sick flow, I got it bad; I'm Usher in the rain

And I keep my hands on one of them thangs

So watch your words duke

Or get a word two in front of your name

This is Murda Mook to Pac-Man, I got the gat, man

That'll show your insides like a cat scan

I got my guns drawn, I'm ready for ac-tion

I'm Smith and Wes Craven, but I ain't actin'

This is uncut raw coke for you

If you ready to die I can tell your folks for you

If you outta this world, we got telescopes for ya

This is easy, your niggas better hope for you

[ROUND 3: LOADED LUX]

Still the shit mean with 16's in the clip in

One in the gat head with the scope on it so the shit got more coverage than shaq bed

I'ma do the smoking but he'll have a cracked head

The cat said he caking up, I caught him the bakery truck

That's what you mean you stack bread?

Lux is who the artist. I'm like a pic train, I'm sick boy

I spit more than a bus full of retarted kids

He started it, but know he look lobster with the shook posture

I bared the tool he was scared to move

I thought he bought his shoes at Foot Locker

What's not to respect? You think I'm ice tea sweet?

Nah he the typey creep, you think its a game, right?

Well, you'll be looking from the floor like a Spike Lee c

And that shit you got weak, what, you trying to save grams?

He couldn't tell that shit was a rock to a cave man

And he said he sent his shit to Switzerland to get fixed

Why you lying Mook? You had a fossil watch

And that was at the museum-

Aww man, should I end at that?

No wait I got time his mom's ain't finished cooking dinner yet

I been a threat since a little dude he don't wanna keep it lyrical

Cuz right now he look mad like he wanna get physical

Nah don't do that they'll-fuck!... they'll visit you....

Can I finish? Can I finish?

[ROUND 4: MURDA MOOK]

We was here long enough, now it's time to let your spirt loose

I gave you a chance to tryp to pull your little miricale

Yopu can try to murda mook all that you please

Whats coming out my mouth sick , like I got an oral disease

Take a trip on my srrttttip I got a order you squeeze

A buffet for the neck and wrist so itscould feeze

Jigga told you boput the raw report so he iovolved in courst t

Thinking what you get when you get robber in cours'ill let the fifth dissolve your thopyghts i spen dypu up to god for sure

M not playing

Who the hell you fighting with with this loud weigh ini

Like and empty medicine can your not srauying

And hell yeah ai had his wife

She was always Gladys knight

Wto ride the midnight train to ride the magic pipie

Its aaaight its like hes a martyr for the streets

Im am archer with the piece

Put I ain't got toi pull no things back but

The thing clapped

And the target is deseased

Wanna beef with theses clowns are amongstya

Fuck aroun all the trash talking d get found in a dumpster

He hot on his block, but to the town he a busta

He orphan annie to the labels cause none of them want ya

And your man don't gotta say what kinda Bentley's you whippimg

Cause we know you run with liars you like jimmeny cricket

Ask them cats you wit if

You wanna make me the one

I don't got to clap you, youll die once you see the gun

Make his head hot like when the fever come

Ox, the Glock, pop either one will still send you to kindgdom come

How do I explain the wrist...uhh you ever seen the sun

Niggas staring at it like its the first day they seen their son

Yay got the main flow, I hope you niggas know

I'm the world's number one supplier, I hit coloa with th ecoke

I got the fiends tied to it like I sold it with a rope

Serve everyone see the pope know bout my dope

No you not a cointender, your not in my league

Your hot as December , you probably freeze

Run back in your mami's placenta, your nit gunna squeeze

Im on the block with the centers getting grind from the chesse

While I was on the stret hustling with real dykes

Yuou wa letting niggas throw the banana in your tailpipe

And he like dice, I reveal the hammer a lil bit

Then its click,, clack , get down on the floor like bana and lil flip, faggot

Round 4: Loaded Lux

All right, yall know the cat bomb strett felt

Rap till the beats melt your heat shelfved

Mook ain't benn atrapped since a seatbelt

Nigga you in a state of hunger

Faggot you ain't had a hot line since they started 800 numbers

This rap shit dog, on every station

That's why im sick with it mook give me all that medication

So I got bored of education

I started getting money off the books

Like the board of education

Your pride you better safe guard it

I told mookie he couldn't fuck with me

But he want to cach rae charges

Lables sent this nigga to me

The way I break artist

You ain't hot you scotch

In other words your tape garbage

I don't wanna talk man im torturing this niggs

My heater like his beeper going off on this nigga

You won't get to grow uup, get your soliders

Im quick to roll up, with the toasters

Youll get your shit clipped like ticket holders

What you know about flashing coats and assassin coats

Youll get wrapped with ropes

Till you feel nothing like caspers's ghost

Half your jokes and your daft shaky

Now that's crazy

Cause I roll apund on a fat baby

I bust my gat lazy

I let the bullets do the wor

My pitbull up in the skirt

Shit pulling from the purse quick

Leave the crimes and the crooks, out your rhymes and your hooks

You'll never see a rap tour cept in a dinosaur book

If I don't drive I get puches

I get my walk on daily

I never been in trl , but im in a car=son daily

Now what yall go tell me

Like this idiot experience

Im seeing a lot of Jamie kennedy experiemnts

Mook was the make up artist

I could have sworn befor mook got the deal he was the make-up artist

I break up yall shit

Like nas if he catch Jacob jogging

Stop your run, nigga pop my gum

For this serious mook....

Round 5:Murda Mook

Eyo ive seen a lot of dumb niggas in my life time

But you opitimize the nigga running out of lifelines

In heday im' usually sleep, if I catch him in the nighttime

You woul hear he got left for talking out his right mind

Your trying to get signed, you'll settle for labels pimping you

Long as you getting gear and they keep you with a bitch or two

Meanwhile you check your checks

They ain't giving a cent to you

I smell pussy, I know he giving out that scent to you

Killing is a sport, you hungry to be a corpse

I got a tray-full of lead I can serve you in bed

And what about your bread, what shines you wear

Your ice like Christmas lights

They seen one time a year

Im not a cool guy

Ill let shots from the tools fly

Lift your spirit in the air, think your too fly

But if you do try

You know me

Just know that thing closer that preach and Cochise

He the type get a threat go reach the police

Not me im a amammal

How can I like snakes?

Give him a pen, tell him spell frend

I bet that he write jakes

Ever since a baby, had the scents for the gravy

My sis had to pay me, just to sit by the a.c

Fuck you think i'm crazy, I got mphs on them 80s

And big shits that youll think was shit from the navy

I move bricks but I mainly get my dough off weed

So fuck what you heard my money does really grow on trees

I got a disease, I can't let go of the steel nine

So hungry for a murder, trying to kill time

Other hand I still grind

Get rid of them big shipments

Murd mook, I done flipped more keys than an ignition

Listen, all that glistening in my hood get rid of it

We'll take you out those chains were like slave abolistionist

My gun gon squeeze

Till your lungs won't breather

He got a cold

So don't let the snub nose sneeze at you

Round 5: Loaded Lux

Yo we all know mook wouldn't robb shit

Hard dick the only way he stick up

My ar lift up,, anything radar pick up

Im the beast with the crowd click

We deep when we prowl the strip

Trust me you ain't want beef like cows is sick

My game polish chump

Even if you brolic punk

Its nothing I get this shit jumping like hydrolic pumps

I give it to you how you want, hollows dump, hell front

But where he live, will be the first building hit

Like tower one, see all the hours come fast

When its time to rest

But buy a vest

Cause I don't really think you got an iron chest

But youll get a head full

Same guns the feds pull

When they let loose and get boost like red bull

Im in the spot where the women be wastin

Wake up and can't find where they memeory station

But the bitc know i'm spending some faces

She think im a lawyer way the bar keep sending me cases

Round 6: Murda Mook

You a fool if you think I wouldn't air my steel

This is like a a weave, cause this kid here is not real

He the type to sqeal if hhe confront to the judge

Be there on the witness like that was who it was

Niggas need to get talked to the light

Cause everybody know rex is the path most everybody take

When you in the station helping cops sketch my face

I be in the station bout o stretch my weight

Stretch before you hit them weights boy you might hurt yourself

And my waist always strapped like a gurdle belt

I pop your vertebrae, leave you in the worsest way

Leave you under 24 hours of a nurses aid

Murda me, your gunna need more than apistol

No Glocks, no nines, better order some missiles

Cause you dealing with and army and your boy is official

That won't mean shit once the cororner get you

And im still a young pimp the hoes say my frin turns them on

So I have them hoeing from the night till the turn of dawn

They all excited running like mook I heard your songs

All right ill get back wright your number on your thong

My pockets like a bomb, pocket full of green

I decided on the ashton, thought the martin was mean

Im a little ebit picky once im coppinga ride

I cop em for show, I don't cop em to drive

I ain't want to push the six, I put a lot in the five

And my jeeps look like helicopters inside

I see you eyeing my jewels, when I post on the ave

See the eye in my tool get too close and im clapping you

You can die in a pool or you can show me some gratitude

Wha im going to have to do is far wors ethan sneaking in your moms purse

He done put his feet up in the wroing turf

Bomb first like macheveli

I don't even have to ox your belly

For the cheddy

Ill ox your belly and pop a felly

Ill be the first to cock the diesy

And put it in your mouth like oacknelly

What you want from me

Im 18 sitting on trump money

Your banks accounts my little brothers bus money

With the shotty

Im like a nigga with no more grams

I don't think your getting a hunch dummy, scram

Yo the man that I am is not what you wonder

Murda mook is like a drop in the summer

I cock it and double on one of you cocksuckes

You cannot touch us we spot rutchers

With that cake

Im serving that hot butter

Im movie like black buster

Try not to let the block bustya

Im keeping the tool a pull

Fuck it kid is immune to bull

The way well eating youthink the moon was full

Ain't nothing I see fucking with me

Owe me money, o well thenn your seed's soming with me

And the cribs got something to squeeze, tucked in my jeans

Niggas act up it ain't nothing to be under some leaves

Look, he wanna be the hero

For the bread and the cheese

Well slice your onion, roast somehot peppers

So please don't let us

While yall play ketchup

I take three steps up

You taking two it don't add up do it

You see the x cake up

Take a bite eat the rest later

I peddle more than bmx races, chase us

The crack is hard but the caine is soft

You peddling too, but your chain is off, faggot

Round 6: Loaded Lux

Yall acting like the judge lending out appeals

Niggas is like bitches from times they our on heels

They watch the carsnow so I be ridden out my wheels

Case of pick-offs, switch more than twenty dollar bills

Rollie pressie shit, Bessie lit,dessie grip

He said some shit

Mook'll get popped and he'll drop like pregnant chicks

Fes equip, we hgessa shit near park orders

Im wet with the set that ain't deer park water

So yea you'll oughtta heard of me with the realist flip

I sell that whip like dealerships

Still I get

Stories you telling

Left me floor from the pelling

Nigga I can't get wet the vest is like water repellent

Chicks I got to pay them g's

The bitch you popping sleeves

I slide and bone, you finf them homes

Like adoption agencies

Your block is flopped with make-belives

Cops and swats and rager teams

Well not some stock paper please

Top and drop with amgs

The way they be..

Flocking through my phones

Mook don't get mad you saw your bitch popped up on my phones

Same topless on the chrome

Base it burn the muffle

It ain't your turn to shuffle

Well mook you couldntdeal with aces

And he don't want beef I could tell

My click like clum pussy all we do I run beef

This nigga dumb sweet

And I turn any block your on

Into 21 jump street

Yo you'll get jumped b

And that's just how I feel

Got the stri straight lift weight like I body builg

I don't know ho he chill

That niggas phone is like pre paid phines

That nigga dt got a bill

You ain't thugges out

Your click got a lot of liars

You ain't dubbed out

Your whip got a lot of tire

Im snubbed out the fifth got a lot of fire

Im bugged out like a snitch with a lot of wires

Im still thinking how hammer went pop

But when he went broke I aid damn hammer went pop

Now that's the type of shit that make hammers go pop

If bulets was footage

This nigga throwing cameo shot

My people will shoot

Its like the sequel to roots

Youll get shot from your tops till they reach to your roots

These niggas think its peaches

That's when the gat is drawn, catacomb

Left with the preekness

Round 7: Murda Mook

Don't consider me a youngster

I done spit among the top competition

Your not completion

Iwas in cyphers was supposedly the nicest

Trust me it wasn't nothing to be overly excited

I spit till my belly ache

My rhyme schem make fellas wake

When I rap its a crime scene eyo rob take out that yellow tape

And I push weight

Idone seen my share of several cakes

So raw fiends told me it made them see the devil's face

I called it devil face

Ipiped his wife the first night

The bitch yelled so loud it made my watch bezzle break

Take a break my time to shine is now

Im a hustlerI grind from dimes to pounds

You wanna floos in my hood

O you good ? till the swammy squeeze

It make you take your ice off I call it annie freeze

Yea with me

Im'a annie on my freeze

With a bitch it go from what up

To her standing to her knees

And the whips make niggas say-hold up we go stop that right there

----------save you eyo the industry is funny

They love you when your money stuck

But when your cake is baking they jumping to try to fuck it up

Thats' why I keep something tuck for every part I hear

You wanna talk guesss you have a smart idea

The wole reason why you rap is missing here

Yea I hear him whispering like why he bring his business

Cause im on a brilliant mission

To stack so much bread that by the time im finished eating imam have amillion dishes

Chill with your wishes

It ain't never gon stop

Your girl ain't never gonna get off my cock

Accept that peace

Accept thatevery night she gotta look at my poster to go to sleep

He a maltease, his dogs ain't attracted to beef

Cease before something happen to you

All rght talk like you packing a few

And i'm attaching a piece

That when it shoot make a sound of pew!, pew!

Ain't as tough as you think you are

Dog, you been fucking with them drinks too long

Lay off, or we can spray off, ill let eight off

You looking at the black adolf

I bake and scrape plates off

Places ia te off

When I knock you off my dick stay off

Ok boss

Talking about he hotter than the bunch

Turn around his album flopping more than floddy and the clutch

This industry is killing me

Security! security1

Whose going to approach you?!

Nobody knows you

All of yall bicthes he jus wants some attention

He want the people to try to see him act up so he is

Sell records mother fucker make a name for yourself

Quit asking your body guards for help

I ain't gotta be convinced its always my attention to blast

You talk shit I glue your lips to your ass

Inkow I ain't the only one whose walking around with clips in a mag

He got an arm too but his shits in a cats

I ain't have a problem getting them bricks in the past

Then I grab jigga booth from peru

She got them shipments through

Like yao ming the ne wkid in the block

I got shells clock in the Glock

I cock, make it sound like whoo kidd in the spot

Kill everybody I don't care who kid in the spot

Do a bid in a box , nah I can't im claustrophobic

With the rick I run emotion

Pass and cut to the hoop shoot shoot

He done done it again

He done came throught fronting in a different 600 again

I kepp telling you it's nothing to spend

He was probably the little nigga in the trip whoi ain't have nothing to spend

Fabricating stories andout his rings and his cuts

When whut? only green you've ever seens ina dutch

Ypu never had much so for a range and a pollar

He be like 4 quarters cause hells change for a dollar, holler

Round 7 : Loaded Lux

Ey your boy couldn't walk in my foot steps

He wouldn't have a foot left

All theses years running this shit and I never took breaths

Mook was shook to death nigga I shook death

Plus I kept paper, nike ain't the only place they put checks

Rappers are all game

But not for the long range

I got to get paid for I get played like LeBron james

Nigga his songs lame

Beats that he rap to ain't tight

Mookie I can't oicture it if the tracking ain't right

Don't care if im locked in a caine

Or shot in the rain

Thery're gunna know ehre im at like your stans

From my socks to my frame

Watch to the chain

And you couldt look fly

If you dropped from a plane

Me popped outta chans?

Nigga pop gotta change

Loaded Luc getting paper

Hate the game not the playa

I'm from harlem where we money make

Everyhour now that's what I call getting funnel cake

And his bitch got an ass that she wanna take

So imam fill it up with more pipes than a tunnel take

Mu gun a break loose

If he wanna wait he running late

This your try-out how many shots your rwealy wanna take?

Hey he don't like low

He wanna catch me in bed wet me with lead

Murda me in it

Have me down at the emergency clinic

Ima kick him down bust on his ruger

He tried exit out his windows

He was better off shutting down his computer

Lux now he a shooter

Guns is better

When the nine load mook ain't got to die old he'll stay young forever

He like peter pan in never never land

My butter thick like peter panis looking very tan

My block is plain im docking planes

Hitting every land

Ive sat betwenn more jet fans than in the meadowlands

That's why all his hoes is flocking in groups and they friends want me

The only time mook knocking them boots is when his tims dusty

He lying to them hoochies

Only time I throw g in thir face

Is when they wanna see the time on the gucchi

Yea I shine with some rubies

You can eyeball and screw me

Really b you killing me?

That's like dying in a movie

Closest you bneenn to the burner

Is in the deli by the griddle

Nigga all your biscuits got jellty in the middle

I know you like the way im talking I got torpedo probably

Yo clipin get the dip in like a tortilla party

Round 8: Murda Mook

I just got in the game

Already these guys is cock-holding

Probably cause im in the g-5 with rocks boulding

And your girl saw me she tried to stop scoping

And her button on her levis was popped open

Im not joking, every club I post in

I leave with a token of love deep-throating

The wrist worth twenty, neck worth sixty

Whole industry tryna network with me

16s a hundred and 8 cost fifty

Take it or leave it

My patience is ceasing

Ima drop an album every change in the season

Provoke me all I needs a flame and a reason

My fanbase leaning you know what it do

When the other ehad raw they wanna cop one through

Dog you got a gun I got one too

Cept yours can chip concrete

Mines can pop one through

I leave anigga jail bed stiff

And wweight lift so he really can dead lift

Im not one of those friends you play with

Fuck that I got a coat in my tech from my insulation

Yea I rap, play ball got a scholarship to go to school

Stack 8 balls but ain't shit that got to do with pool

I put your lights out faster than your con-ed

I take a c-4 strap it to your mom's bed

Your girl mad at chu

Nothing to do what johnsaid

She ain't say your dick was small

She said you had long legs

Tyhere so much dram in the industry

Its kinda hard beingM-U-R-D-A

Is on my nuts cause everything I say

Always seems to get in their way yea ok

Ima still say my shit, push my whips

I got a seven so quick I nick named it vick

The strip, please I complete the fiends

They call me clive, your boy gotta lease a key

Im a P.I.M.P. give a chip to a chick it's not in my pedigree

But him please

Just so she could go browsing

Hell so like the soap probably leave her two thousand

I see your two thousand mook is a star

Yo dog those ain't shows they boots on your car

Wanna talk where I live

The shit too big

Everyday I find another room insie my crib, faggot

Round 8: Loaded Lux

I got my cash straight shit looking like e a drag race

I hit chiocks with the bad weight yo chicks are in bad shape

How you get dates with bitches with that face

Nah mook you fucking bitches shaq weight

You lack cake

Cause you might as well sell jokes with that david chappele jokes

Your shit is half-baked

Its no wonder that's your husband

I wouldn't trust her judgement

I saw what she did with her mouth

I knowshe got bad tatse

That shit you popping right

Get your shit cut like hockey ice

Sliced up plus we pack like jockey ice

Beans ain't got nothing on the way your girl rock the mic

Thirsty she keep hollering at me like she bobby knight

This nigga not as nice and I say with a lot of light

Nigga you insulting me walk with me talk with me

This is a sport for me cause when the labels just do it

Trust me sell out just do it

Bottom line every rhyme form top to bottom line hot 9 ain't got assign the boy bout dollar signs

This nigga broke

You ain't gotta dime bitches

Mook like I said you ain't gotta dime

This nigga outta line today

See we bought watches outta town you know

Spend a little time away

This nigga hating

Chill let me take my mind off it

Cause your neck

I don't really wanna take your mind off it

I caught him in the spot

And the can jammed on him

What made it even worse is how his man ran on him

Scramed on him I ain't even put hands on him

Gun look slike I got hands on it

We sold songs you got your stroll on

Family like many I got my roll on

But mook kepp talking im like why yall amp

We all about balling like five star camps