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Some information about Murdergram Lyrics Title: LL Cool J - Murdergram lyrics Artist: LL Cool J Album: Mama Said Knock You Out Visitors: 9 visitors have visited Murdergram Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. Aiyyo don t go near the speakers LL Cool J The big showdown the display is skill I m the type of Picasso witcha girl on the pill Take a family snap shot kiss ya wife Cause I m like a knifethe concrete is right And I ll take ya life and take ya like python I ma do you wrong Any emcee who you wanna name? I want pain that I can be tamed Talkin about guns punk it don t alarm me Got enough cash to make a whole damn army I can t hold back the way that I feel Cause when I bust a rhyme it s like ya slippin off banana peels Ya like fruit cake ya fruit cocktails First your title now I m takin your female All of a sudden you re so proud of a black A baseball hat but you ain t sayin jack The ripper is back and you can t escape Cause one of my records will sell more than your whole tape I want beef so bring on the rookies I got more than just Cool J cookies Rip RockcrushstopcopI m poison come and take a drop I bet ya teeth will end up around the corner kid Don t ask me why I did it I m civilized damage to a nobody And I m carrying a gun if I m rhyming at the party New YorkChicagoDetroitLA I ll slay wherever ya play D.C. or Phillyor Baltimore I m worrying the richinvading the poor Perpetrating in your videohere s the real smoothing Country accentswho do you think you re foolin? I play crushablelate night craps You only knew cause ya onto your raps And rap city and V.E.T. The channel 31 and but now here I come To save the day and the now you re getting done Like a hookerdon t try to soulcrumb The first sign of the battle you little fake It s ??? comin out ya kitchen sink Your Mic s a baby bottle son Some say they ain t but I am the one The slice is that the fire boy it ll break ya servin or heard em a word occurred to him then he could move a would get moved on Like a shotgun blast big mouth emcees I ll bet ya none last cause they ain t sable or able And I bruise the party like jumper cables So plug me in and put me on I m serial hard so I can battle amore from coast to coast flycrippleand crazy Use a dictionary but you still don t phase me Listen ansd we can sound cheap Reach out for my blackness but your records ain t wack this Your bitin on the castle door but when you fall in the moat I won t see ya no more Let s get together and diss LL Use his name and ya records might sell I can t believe you found a dead maggots crawlin all over my name I won t have that You better look in the mirror and re-think your plan Why walk in quicksand? When you can stand on your own two feet I m rippin emcees a funky drum with a big beat Name the date and a or Rainer Ya three year old ballerina I can t believe the suckers try to throw-down Whether you re new or older than old town Just kick back I don t like a ?stagger wagger? psycho rap You can t handle the format Whether you re swab or swoon Ruff or rugged all I need is a broom If I slay the way they slaypunk play the pay Mr. Morris has entered the buffet Some of y all are sittin in rows Plates of hot butter rollsbeat ya with balamey Slap ya with salami cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami Then I make ya wonder why you don t hear bass But you feel the thunder You get cooked I ll knock out your tooth We ll be fighting from lobby to the roof You are on me like I wrote your dinnertime Yo Marley Whassup? spill the time Nah manjust kick a little warmth Pass the brass knuckles then we break his jaw When I m on the microphone I want silence Let KRS-One stop the violence Ain t no rivals ain t no competition PunkI m beatin ya into submission I m gettin busier than ever before Never more will I ll slack I ma keep it real raw Eat ya up like a pack-jam Video is poppin over a Batman Rippin you to shredstappin you on the head Then leave the battle lookin as happy as a newly wed Give me a tech-nine to spray Save the peep and put it on law-away I ll make a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will understand Feel ya weep about the murdergram Hottest songs from LL Cool J : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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