Lyrics
1- a motherfucker like me dont play, but it takes a mistake or 2 outcha face for me to hit rage n get angry,
5 foot 8, im not the biggest but i rip shit when i break, i fight like my lifes at stake,
im awake wit hate, ill hitchu so fuckin hard ya grandparents graves shake,
n i aint fakin, im a snake waitin to strike, ya heard of murdah myke?, make way, cuz im bringin the muthafuckin pain,
call me killa white mayne, yeah, call me whatcha like, murdah myke, killa white, white in the night, all you gotsta know is that im flowin tight, outta sight, thats right, and i might ignite n light up the game n take whats mine like,
gimme my fuckin money and give me my shows, gimme what this flow deserves, and give me them fuckin hoes, ayo,
my potential wit a pencils so effective i bet that if i could hit the industry id fuckin wreck it now...
hook- you wanna talk about a killa? here it comes,
you wanna talk about the illest? here it comes,
you wanna talk about a real muthafucka rippin suckaz, no deal, but still here bringin a rawkus?,
here it comes...{repeat}
2- i got 16 bars to scar, words hurtin hard, fame aint far, ill shoot for the moon n dude ill go farther than mars,
you just another punk ass muthafuckin star like the rest, lets see you spit some shit n get em impressed, like me, the best,
so test my steez, and receive a beatdown, one round, beat clowns, whenever the beat sounds, defeat clowns,
beleive me now, ya better get braced, cuz im on bass, givin a taste, hataz dont phase me mayne im in they face any place, n im a,
man, and a mad one, i got a style, and its a phat one, throwin you a bad one,
get out my map cuzz, my tanks full wit a buncha feul, ready to stomp yall down, keep kickin like a government mule,
heres somethin for you, i know you lovin it cuz its dope, and for all yall that doubt me, im shovin it down ya throat,
runnin this town, i got it locked, see these keys?, they for the street, so please, get off my block...
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3- fuck ya crew, fuck ya clique, fuck ya set, whatchu gon do when its me n you n theres nowhere to jet?,
i done got smacked capped at jacked laughed at n back up, whatchu know bout bein alone, standin wit no back dawg?,
you gots no clue, ive been through, a lotta bullshit, you gots no clue, ive been through, some pretty cold shit,
never was a punk, i thumped n got jumped, dropped gloves, lotta blood, win or lose im stillll rough,
got guts, i never run, never ever hide, and ill be damned if ya fuck wit my pride n think ill let it slide,
i aint got much in my world, but what i got im finna keep, n murdah myke gon fight for his life, to get everything he needs,
you peeps need to see this is just the beginnin, i gotta do what i gotta do to get wherever im gettin,
n where im gettin im considerin it as home, the rap games where i belong, im soon to be sittin on the throne...
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