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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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, 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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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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She looks like a. She looks like a. She looks like a. She looks like a She looks like a movie star. Like a chocolate candi bar. She looks like a movie star. Like a chocolate candi bar She looks
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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
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Yo Reggie, I'm out. T-ree F Squad. Muddy Waters. Don't get it twisted, nigga Aiyyo everybody in this motherfucker will get touched. * such and such, I roll tight like handcuffs. Rock that ass to
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You know I had to go there right, that's water baby. Ay yo shorty got the badonkadonk, look right. Hangin' of the edge of dat Kawasaki bike. See 'em in da streets at work rump galore They be in sal
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