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Yeah, what's up, Busta Rhymes, Keith Murray in this bitch. A busa bus, yeah, Flip Mode meets da Def Squad together once again. 2003 muthafuckas, yeah all runin' through you. Welcome home Keith
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One two, one two, Keith Murray and Jazze Pha. Servin' 'em well and as you all know we are crunk as hell Woke up at 830 on a Saturday morn'. *** my remote control, cut my stereo on. Got up took a
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bother me. Y'all bitch ass niggaz ain't * to me. You crazy leave you swazy baby. Blast through your arteries. All the ladies be like. Damn Murray, why you want it like that. 'Cause trick I got my
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. *** ya plate. Get ya knifes and ya forks yea. Keith Murray Get ready Yo as I look out at the high rise. And right about my life into the sunrise. Lookin' at the smoke where the twin towers stood
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seven seas, pack 'em in like sardines And eat fruit right off the stress tree. Keith kill beef like Mad Cow Disease, spazz on me?. Negro, some say I'm sarcastic with a bad reputation. But ignore 'em
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. I'll stomp you out like Hannibal did in Sicily. It's Keith and I got to be a mighty mighty mc. You a savage kid you might as well run around with a pet pig. I see a ugly chick and she's scoping. And
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It's gonna be a party y'all. Keith Murray rocks, wide and universal and most come. Combine with R. Kelly and prove it can be done. Non-stoppin', Def squad and Rockland. I here somebody knockin
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to see. I never had a craving like this before, I'm addicted. Lord have mercy, please give me strength. Dark, rich and thick like a fresh baked cake. Just thinking of your shape girl I catch a
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, action', you're on. "Excuse me, Murray, but your ah ah ah on". I spit the ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, word bond. 'Cuz cats out here don't be sayin' jack bone I get raw an' explicit when I spit it on the mic
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Oh Lord, You're beautiful. Your face is all I seek. For when Your eyes are on this child. Your grace abounds to me Oh Lord, You're beautiful. Your face is all I seek. For when Your eyes are on
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my trunk and let's see what I have to sell. I got the dope, if you ho's got the paper. And if you a faker then you'll meet your fuckin maker. Cause I ain't takin no * on my guts. The ugk posse
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LORD, LORD, LORD () Lord Lord Lord, is there a place for me. In the scheme of things, in the service of the King. Lord Lord Lord, there is no job too great. As I grow in faith, theres no job too
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LORD, LORD, LORD () Lord Lord Lord, is there a place for me. In the scheme of things, in the service of the King. Lord Lord Lord, there is no job too great. As I grow in faith, theres no job too
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I'm always getting shitted on, son. Ain't gonna be no, no different. Can you accept me as I am?. I ask you or is all the love lost? I need you Can you open your heart to mine. And accept me and wi
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Yeah nigga got that Ludacris. Got that ugk that Disturbing the Peace Click. And you know what I'm tired of?. I'm tired of these flashing ass flossing ass niggas. So if you see one you know what
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we're still, still, still, still Still on the grind UGK back in the game, bringin that crack and the 'caine Swervin 'Llac in. The lane, swangers click-clack in the gang We paper stack in the game. (Game
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we're still, still, still, still Still on the grind UGK back in the game, bringin that crack and the 'caine Swervin 'Llac in. The lane, swangers click-clack in the gang We paper stack in the game. (Game
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Konvict. Ooh ehhh (3x). It's Akon. And UGK (3x). It's Akon. Chorus. That girl, she got me. Way she movin in place. Bendin in front of these people / Bendin over, spreadin eagle. With that butt in my
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from fool that's what everybody play. Ugk-1 written smooth on my plates. Cos real pimp players don't never roll fake. I'm bout to hit Dove Way, get past Troy's. I'm dippin by myself, I'm bout to call
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(Toby Keith/Scotty Emerick). . Someboyd told you that my broken heart started mending. I'm getting by, but the truth is that I'm still standing. Knee deep in yesterday's rain. . Well I ain't
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Song Die With Your Boots On - Toby Keith. Daddy was a gambler. Back in seventy-two. He had a taste for the nightlife and he. Loved his booze. He had a woman on one arm. And a tattoo on the other. It
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, says Keith don't go. 10000 guitars wailin', but it ain't quite the same. You've got a knack for sailin', and it's stamped with your own brand name. We's all sailors, as captain you must know. You bring a
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And and all you niggas with those crazy ass names. MC Murda and and and DJ Kill A Lot. And and and and DJ Stank Finga and all that *. Aye aye, * all of those silly ass rumple stilsken ass * I'm tir
