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The Murda Show Lyrics

(spice-1)
d*** eiht
What the f*** we gonna do now?
(mc eiht)
I don't know homeboy youknowi'msayin?
But i'll tell you like this
We gonna bust some a** for the ninety-three shot

(spice-1)
Right, these m************ don't understand
We ain't from around here

(mc eiht)
That's all right youknowi'msayin?
Cause we ain't takin no shorts youknowi'msayin?
Compton meets the m*********** bay town n****
So step the f*** off this youknowi'msayin?
My n**** spice get with em

(spice-1)
Ya see i'm nothin but a mac-10 shooter
Killer man looter on the creep with the glock
Got it c***ed picidy pop
I cold shot when the cop drop m-a-money gone n****
Mind of a lunatic on a steel trigger
m*********** flash backs of n****'s bodies rip
From the ak blast on that a** hollow point to the tip to the toe
Creep slow and watch the blood hit the f***** flo'
It's the g****** murda show
Starring a n**** in black wearin a weed hat creepin low
And co-starring is a psycho m***********
He grew up in compton bustin caps at the cluckers
His name is mc m*********** eiht
He got the uzi weigh a ton eatin n***** like a steak on a plate
So n**** get your popcorn and peanuts cause we nuts and we know
Sit back and watch a n**** murda at the murda show

(chorus: spice-1 & mc eiht)
A to the m*********** k
187 proof a** n**** from the bay (murda show)
Yeah, and it's the n**** from compton that's stompin
Raise up off my jock with the fools that i glock
A to the m*********** k
187 proof a** n**** from the bay (murda show)
Yeah, and it's the n**** from compton that's stompin
Raise up off my jock with the fools that i glock
(mc eiht)
n**** shut your f***** trap, yeah your punk a** is sure
Sure that they sew when i peel your cap
The slide the slick, suck my d***
No mistaking i bring home greens, f*** the bacon
The big black neck getting m************ sprung
They'll be put in the trash by this compton tongue
Eiht, spice-1, kickin much a** for fun
Ain't nothin but some n**** sold the one
Fools need to stay the f*** down
They can't hang when we bang from compton and the bay town
It's like the last dance or your last chance
When i reach in for the strap in my f***** pants
I ?pump? dead then the scene is fair ain't nothin said
Even your skinny a** dead, i can't sleep cause it's time to go
Fool or i'll be late for the murda show n****

(chorus: spice-1 & mc eiht)
A to the m*********** k
187 proof a** n**** from the bay (murda show)
Yeah, and it's the n**** from compton that's stompin
Raise up off my jock with the n***** that i glock
A to the m*********** k
187 proof a** n**** from the bay (murda show)
Yeah, and it's the n**** from compton that's stompin
Raise up off my jock with the fools that i glock
(spice-1)
Step in to the torture chamber n**** let me torture
Hangers on your m*********** back bring ya scorcher
Psychopathic madmen dead body chucker
Quick to pull the trigger on another m***********
Slangin to the bass head b****** in the alley
Killin for my m*********** money in recally
My n**** mc eiht will make the getaway drive
I got the gat hangin up out the m*********** ride
n***** be getting the duck sit f***** with the player, sprayer layer
n**** out with the shout of the t-t-tech, mic m*********** check one
Stabbin n***** up in the lungs plus the caps with b***** guns
My uzi's got my back if player haters wanna jump
The m*********** hollow head his chest thump, thump
And all the n***** leave his b***** body in the dust
One-n**** dead seventeen caps bust
That's how the n***** do this s*** where i'm from
Red-rum leave your body numb blast of the dumb, dumb
I got the glock and i'm headin for the liquor store
Me and eiht are two-eleven at the m*********** murda show

(chorus: spice-1 & mc eiht)
A to the m*********** k
187 proof a** n**** from the bay (murda show)
Yeah, and it's the n**** from compton that's stompin
Raise up off my jock or you might get the glock
A to the m*********** k
187 proof a** n**** from the bay (murda show)
Yeah, and you ask me to stay the f*** down
Bangin from compton and the bay town

(mc eiht)
Yeah, come on
Uh, spice-1 and mc eiht
And that eases the nine youknowi'msayin?
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187 He Wrote (1993)
I'm the #%!*&% Murderer Dumpin' Em in Ditches Gas Chamber 187 He Wrote Don't Ring the Alarm (The Heist) Clip & the Trigga Smoke 'em Like a Blunt The Murda Show 380 on That Ass Mo' Mail Runnin' Out Da Crackhouse Trigga Gots No Heart Trigga Happy RIP All He Wrote
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