Sean Price - Murdah Type Thinkin lyrics

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Sean Price - Murdah Type Thinkin lyrics

Listen, get money, big dummy Verse 1 [Sean Price] Uno, dos, tres, quatro Hugo Boss, the threads is macho Small time, hundred twenty five Small time, hundred twenty five gram rapper rapper Raw rhymer, gun in my hand fam, clap ya Way back, when Ma$e rapped, gat and one case Sniff that, we act laid back and gun play (P!) A murder-matician Magician with words, observe the diction Play this sh** on the radio Parade this sh** and then pay me dough I'm trying to sell out Sold out shows and sold out stores I'm a pocket full of crack that I sold outdoors Now a n***a thinking the bigger picture, Kodak flow I'm Dundah, pah Dunbar Olegma[???] [???] and the African race[???] This the New Yaku[?] flow Decease your speech, decrease the peace Piece of sh**, I'm at peace with this Contract breached, contact two piece on street, P! Verse 2 [Sean Price] Uh, what it do, n***a? Fresh Wallys on the Don, Sean is a rude n***a Few figure the style, your style ain't new n***a Go Jesus and a tre-deuce to shoot n***as Kinda young when Run made It's Like That Knife and gun fight like duke I'll be right back Listen, came back in a half an hour Aim gats when I clap them cowards, P The way we responding, fire You get fired, Avery Johnson Trife n***as that be broker than spouse For life, n***a, Brooklyn in the house P, bar-for-bar the best bar-barian Sean Arm double Leg Arm Head and the Don Head from a broad, duke I was the head of the cla** You got a lot of a kids but I'm better at math, P Verse 3 [Roc Marciano] Every line that I wrote's a line of coke The .45's in the lining of my coat I'm sick, I rhyme like the common cold You'll find my rooms next to diamonds and gold Fire the chrome, one eye like a cyclone Standing on your last five toes I done suffered all the highs and lows My clothes never had rhinestones on 'em The wines imported f** a play fight, your paper too light I'm out in France I might stay for two nights Whenever I think I'm too nice I push on ice, have a soft drink You n***as know the forte At night, covered in a quarter million A sight with a thong, a long haired Brazilian Brilliance, BM will still flip it Endorse still smoke a lot of gills on a fish This is bliss when I spray it on [??] Maybe that's just the way it is This is bliss when I spray it on [??] Then I'm out in my '86 Marc, n***a

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