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Lyrics[Intro: Masta Killa]Uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhhhh! uh uhYa'll motherfuckersYa'll motherfuckersYa'll motherfuckers, Ya'll motherfuckers, don't uhuh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhhhh!Ya'll motherfuckers, Ya'll motherfuckers, don't uh[Masta Killa:]Listen all Gangsta and Fellow MC's we now meetThe Threat is now a actual fact and that's the leaseThe Lion Pore rippin' your Jaw dismantle face pieceYou made out the Herd the sceneMy Murder One Team, Something's best untoldCrime Related - I am who I am so fuck it if son stuck itWe all later paid the best - sipped the fine GrapesMy Rugged Lifestyle is survived - I don't ApologizeHustlers devote I chose, there's no Compromisin'And the Guns is drawn, shots firedSon, all my killers is fam, non-hiredYa'll faggot niggaz wait for the sound for the things blastWait for the Train to past, Man face downwe straight from the Murder Capitol TownIt goes down - Daily on the regularDressed in Assassin attire, the bullet proof repStrap 'em wit the Bomb to his body, ain't no comin' back[Victorious:]Yea, yo these dudes out here ain't fightin' no moreYou either dump or run, or go to the lawMe ? - I take it to the furthest son, it's Murder OneManeuver ruegers, I call 'em FergusonYou forced my hand to take you off the Earth wit GunsJustify Homicide that burden is doneI drink that Red one straight out the forces, your boy lost itI'm on the belt park where the Ratchet I toss quickI'm Boss Bitch from that East New YorkWhere that cheap talk get you outlined in ChalkStep out of line, we put your thoughts on the SidewalkYou popped your top lock like we popped the CorksYou can catch me in the South on approach wit them ChoppersOr Bring out them HelicoptersYour boy gun dame is hella proper[K.Born:]Yea, soul Mass photo flash burned hotComin' for the kill, faggot niggaz head gets choppedAnd get rolled from blocks and gets slapped out spotsWe in N.Y. keepin' live Brooklyn lick off shotsMake 'em duck talk, roll real slow don't stopTil they get it and flock, See I aim for topAnd Why ? don't ask why, just move wit my flow blow so-soWatch how careers gets stoppedMy Pop spend the seedin' I swam scream, strongest and broke throughRaised by to a General - Physical is holdin' weightAnd leadin' the way like a Freight TrainBut I jump fast, nigga you here ? You Sure ?Ain't no horse play, don't playMurder wit my Minds sprayGive y'all fools lessons of war, no moreFrom every Land on this Planet EarthAnd waters all across, truly yours, the Flames, the Force[Free Murder:]The Name's F.R.E.E. M.U.R.D.A.My nigga A, the name is Free MurdaKillings is no limit even without C-MurderWe takin' Keith Burners, we don't give it backIt's like the Blocks slow it's hard to get rid of thatKinda mad wishin' he should of had bigger GatNot this little shit could fit in my Fitted CapMatter of fact give 'em that, Make 'em do somethin'But really though yo he ain't gon' do nuttin'Bangin' me, I popped your bitch and now she shot upThe Name is Free and that's the opposite of locked upI have you wacked up, they call the Cops upYou need a house worker had that blood moped upYea I'm like WHAT ? wit my Glock upI'm a nut like the shit I get off Cocks upI just popped up and already done wit youShould of bring your Pops, the way I been sunnin' youCame wit your thing, you can't fight you'se a lame niggaUnder the wing like lights on the Plane Nigga[Killa Sin:]Yo, fuck all the small talkin'Get on your job or get the walkin'Major League Batters in here, you steady barkin'The Mac more catch like Dogs that botched AbortionMy-Blood pour like bottles of bubYou popped the Corks on the walls onBetter believe I get my Stalk on+Artist of The Year+ toured for longBONG! when it's all said and done I be long goneHong Kong gettin' my Cock in twat thru my Long JohnsSame song all around the World like 'Pac did itCaught a lil half a hundred gram wit the Cop wit itThe Grass that I stashed in the Dash, hit the Block wit itThey glocked out and brought along for the Vibe got knocked wit itNow I'm on top tradin' bars from a box niggazWit Two Strikes against me ain't no waitin' for the ThirdEven the Cops get it, got niggaz watchin' they MissesDoin' a middle harm Lakes cocked in the AirScreamin' "Yeah" like Lil Johnshould of pawn like Carm styles is on potty trainShotty's bang, bodies slained, got niggaz that could get it on
Author: straight71
Keywords: masta killa east made brooklyn free murda victorious rap hip hop
Added: August 30, 2008
Lyrics[Intro: Masta Killa]Uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhhhh! uh uhYa'll motherfuckersYa'll motherfuckersYa'll motherfuckers, Ya'll motherfuckers, don't uhuh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhhhh!Ya'll motherfuckers, Ya'll motherfuckers, don't uh[Masta Killa:]Listen all Gangsta and Fellow MC's we now meetThe Threat is now a actual fact and that's the leaseThe Lion Pore rippin' your Jaw dismantle face pieceYou made out the Herd the sceneMy Murder One Team, Something's best untoldCrime Related - I am who I am so fuck it if son stuck itWe all later paid the best - sipped the fine GrapesMy Rugged Lifestyle is survived - I don't ApologizeHustlers devote I chose, there's no Compromisin'And the Guns is drawn, shots firedSon, all my killers is fam, non-hiredYa'll faggot niggaz wait for the sound for the things blastWait for the Train to past, Man face downwe straight from the Murder Capitol TownIt goes down - Daily on the regularDressed in Assassin attire, the bullet proof repStrap 'em wit the Bomb to his body, ain't no comin' back[Victorious:]Yea, yo these dudes out here ain't fightin' no moreYou either dump or run, or go to the lawMe ? - I take it to the furthest son, it's Murder OneManeuver ruegers, I call 'em FergusonYou forced my hand to take you off the Earth wit GunsJustify Homicide that burden is doneI drink that Red one straight out the forces, your boy lost itI'm on the belt park where the Ratchet I toss quickI'm Boss Bitch from that East New YorkWhere that cheap talk get you outlined in ChalkStep out of line, we put your thoughts on the SidewalkYou popped your top lock like we popped the CorksYou can catch me in the South on approach wit them ChoppersOr Bring out them HelicoptersYour boy gun dame is hella proper[K.Born:]Yea, soul Mass photo flash burned hotComin' for the kill, faggot niggaz head gets choppedAnd get rolled from blocks and gets slapped out spotsWe in N.Y. keepin' live Brooklyn lick off shotsMake 'em duck talk, roll real slow don't stopTil they get it and flock, See I aim for topAnd Why ? don't ask why, just move wit my flow blow so-soWatch how careers gets stoppedMy Pop spend the seedin' I swam scream, strongest and broke throughRaised by to a General - Physical is holdin' weightAnd leadin' the way like a Freight TrainBut I jump fast, nigga you here ? You Sure ?Ain't no horse play, don't playMurder wit my Minds sprayGive y'all fools lessons of war, no moreFrom every Land on this Planet EarthAnd waters all across, truly yours, the Flames, the Force[Free Murder:]The Name's F.R.E.E. M.U.R.D.A.My nigga A, the name is Free MurdaKillings is no limit even without C-MurderWe takin' Keith Burners, we don't give it backIt's like the Blocks slow it's hard to get rid of thatKinda mad wishin' he should of had bigger GatNot this little shit could fit in my Fitted CapMatter of fact give 'em that, Make 'em do somethin'But really though yo he ain't gon' do nuttin'Bangin' me, I popped your bitch and now she shot upThe Name is Free and that's the opposite of locked upI have you wacked up, they call the Cops upYou need a house worker had that blood moped upYea I'm like WHAT ? wit my Glock upI'm a nut like the shit I get off Cocks upI just popped up and already done wit youShould of bring your Pops, the way I been sunnin' youCame wit your thing, you can't fight you'se a lame niggaUnder the wing like lights on the Plane Nigga[Killa Sin:]Yo, fuck all the small talkin'Get on your job or get the walkin'Major League Batters in here, you steady barkin'The Mac more catch like Dogs that botched AbortionMy-Blood pour like bottles of bubYou popped the Corks on the walls onBetter believe I get my Stalk on+Artist of The Year+ toured for longBONG! when it's all said and done I be long goneHong Kong gettin' my Cock in twat thru my Long JohnsSame song all around the World like 'Pac did itCaught a lil half a hundred gram wit the Cop wit itThe Grass that I stashed in the Dash, hit the Block wit itThey glocked out and brought along for the Vibe got knocked wit itNow I'm on top tradin' bars from a box niggazWit Two Strikes against me ain't no waitin' for the ThirdEven the Cops get it, got niggaz watchin' they MissesDoin' a middle harm Lakes cocked in the AirScreamin' "Yeah" like Lil Johnshould of pawn like Carm styles is on potty trainShotty's bang, bodies slained, got niggaz that could get it on
Author: straight71
Keywords: masta killa east made brooklyn free murda victorious rap hip hop
Added: August 30, 2008
Lyrics[Intro: Masta Killa]Uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhhhh! uh uhYa'll motherfuckersYa'll motherfuckersYa'll motherfuckers, Ya'll motherfuckers, don't uhuh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhhhh!Ya'll motherfuckers, Ya'll motherfuckers, don't uh[Masta Killa:]Listen all Gangsta and Fellow MC's we now meetThe Threat is now a actual fact and that's the leaseThe Lion Pore rippin' your Jaw dismantle face pieceYou made out the Herd the sceneMy Murder One Team, Something's best untoldCrime Related - I am who I am so fuck it if son stuck itWe all later paid the best - sipped the fine GrapesMy Rugged Lifestyle is survived - I don't ApologizeHustlers devote I chose, there's no Compromisin'And the Guns is drawn, shots firedSon, all my killers is fam, non-hiredYa'll faggot niggaz wait for the sound for the things blastWait for the Train to past, Man face downwe straight from the Murder Capitol TownIt goes down - Daily on the regularDressed in Assassin attire, the bullet proof repStrap 'em wit the Bomb to his body, ain't no comin' back[Victorious:]Yea, yo these dudes out here ain't fightin' no moreYou either dump or run, or go to the lawMe ? - I take it to the furthest son, it's Murder OneManeuver ruegers, I call 'em FergusonYou forced my hand to take you off the Earth wit GunsJustify Homicide that burden is doneI drink that Red one straight out the forces, your boy lost itI'm on the belt park where the Ratchet I toss quickI'm Boss Bitch from that East New YorkWhere that cheap talk get you outlined in ChalkStep out of line, we put your thoughts on the SidewalkYou popped your top lock like we popped the CorksYou can catch me in the South on approach wit them ChoppersOr Bring out them HelicoptersYour boy gun dame is hella proper[K.Born:]Yea, soul Mass photo flash burned hotComin' for the kill, faggot niggaz head gets choppedAnd get rolled from blocks and gets slapped out spotsWe in N.Y. keepin' live Brooklyn lick off shotsMake 'em duck talk, roll real slow don't stopTil they get it and flock, See I aim for topAnd Why ? don't ask why, just move wit my flow blow so-soWatch how careers gets stoppedMy Pop spend the seedin' I swam scream, strongest and broke throughRaised by to a General - Physical is holdin' weightAnd leadin' the way like a Freight TrainBut I jump fast, nigga you here ? You Sure ?Ain't no horse play, don't playMurder wit my Minds sprayGive y'all fools lessons of war, no moreFrom every Land on this Planet EarthAnd waters all across, truly yours, the Flames, the Force[Free Murder:]The Name's F.R.E.E. M.U.R.D.A.My nigga A, the name is Free MurdaKillings is no limit even without C-MurderWe takin' Keith Burners, we don't give it backIt's like the Blocks slow it's hard to get rid of thatKinda mad wishin' he should of had bigger GatNot this little shit could fit in my Fitted CapMatter of fact give 'em that, Make 'em do somethin'But really though yo he ain't gon' do nuttin'Bangin' me, I popped your bitch and now she shot upThe Name is Free and that's the opposite of locked upI have you wacked up, they call the Cops upYou need a house worker had that blood moped upYea I'm like WHAT ? wit my Glock upI'm a nut like the shit I get off Cocks upI just popped up and already done wit youShould of bring your Pops, the way I been sunnin' youCame wit your thing, you can't fight you'se a lame niggaUnder the wing like lights on the Plane Nigga[Killa Sin:]Yo, fuck all the small talkin'Get on your job or get the walkin'Major League Batters in here, you steady barkin'The Mac more catch like Dogs that botched AbortionMy-Blood pour like bottles of bubYou popped the Corks on the walls onBetter believe I get my Stalk on+Artist of The Year+ toured for longBONG! when it's all said and done I be long goneHong Kong gettin' my Cock in twat thru my Long JohnsSame song all around the World like 'Pac did itCaught a lil half a hundred gram wit the Cop wit itThe Grass that I stashed in the Dash, hit the Block wit itThey glocked out and brought along for the Vibe got knocked wit itNow I'm on top tradin' bars from a box niggazWit Two Strikes against me ain't no waitin' for the ThirdEven the Cops get it, got niggaz watchin' they MissesDoin' a middle harm Lakes cocked in the AirScreamin' "Yeah" like Lil Johnshould of pawn like Carm styles is on potty trainShotty's bang, bodies slained, got niggaz that could get it on
Author: straight71
Keywords: masta killa east made brooklyn free murda victorious rap hip hop
Added: August 30, 2008
Lyrics[Intro: Masta Killa]Uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhhhh! uh uhYa'll motherfuckersYa'll motherfuckersYa'll motherfuckers, Ya'll motherfuckers, don't uhuh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhhhh!Ya'll motherfuckers, Ya'll motherfuckers, don't uh[Masta Killa:]Listen all Gangsta and Fellow MC's we now meetThe Threat is now a actual fact and that's the leaseThe Lion Pore rippin' your Jaw dismantle face pieceYou made out the Herd the sceneMy Murder One Team, Something's best untoldCrime Related - I am who I am so fuck it if son stuck itWe all later paid the best - sipped the fine GrapesMy Rugged Lifestyle is survived - I don't ApologizeHustlers devote I chose, there's no Compromisin'And the Guns is drawn, shots firedSon, all my killers is fam, non-hiredYa'll faggot niggaz wait for the sound for the things blastWait for the Train to past, Man face downwe straight from the Murder Capitol TownIt goes down - Daily on the regularDressed in Assassin attire, the bullet proof repStrap 'em wit the Bomb to his body, ain't no comin' back[Victorious:]Yea, yo these dudes out here ain't fightin' no moreYou either dump or run, or go to the lawMe ? - I take it to the furthest son, it's Murder OneManeuver ruegers, I call 'em FergusonYou forced my hand to take you off the Earth wit GunsJustify Homicide that burden is doneI drink that Red one straight out the forces, your boy lost itI'm on the belt park where the Ratchet I toss quickI'm Boss Bitch from that East New YorkWhere that cheap talk get you outlined in ChalkStep out of line, we put your thoughts on the SidewalkYou popped your top lock like we popped the CorksYou can catch me in the South on approach wit them ChoppersOr Bring out them HelicoptersYour boy gun dame is hella proper[K.Born:]Yea, soul Mass photo flash burned hotComin' for the kill, faggot niggaz head gets choppedAnd get rolled from blocks and gets slapped out spotsWe in N.Y. keepin' live Brooklyn lick off shotsMake 'em duck talk, roll real slow don't stopTil they get it and flock, See I aim for topAnd Why ? don't ask why, just move wit my flow blow so-soWatch how careers gets stoppedMy Pop spend the seedin' I swam scream, strongest and broke throughRaised by to a General - Physical is holdin' weightAnd leadin' the way like a Freight TrainBut I jump fast, nigga you here ? You Sure ?Ain't no horse play, don't playMurder wit my Minds sprayGive y'all fools lessons of war, no moreFrom every Land on this Planet EarthAnd waters all across, truly yours, the Flames, the Force[Free Murder:]The Name's F.R.E.E. M.U.R.D.A.My nigga A, the name is Free MurdaKillings is no limit even without C-MurderWe takin' Keith Burners, we don't give it backIt's like the Blocks slow it's hard to get rid of thatKinda mad wishin' he should of had bigger GatNot this little shit could fit in my Fitted CapMatter of fact give 'em that, Make 'em do somethin'But really though yo he ain't gon' do nuttin'Bangin' me, I popped your bitch and now she shot upThe Name is Free and that's the opposite of locked upI have you wacked up, they call the Cops upYou need a house worker had that blood moped upYea I'm like WHAT ? wit my Glock upI'm a nut like the shit I get off Cocks upI just popped up and already done wit youShould of bring your Pops, the way I been sunnin' youCame wit your thing, you can't fight you'se a lame niggaUnder the wing like lights on the Plane Nigga[Killa Sin:]Yo, fuck all the small talkin'Get on your job or get the walkin'Major League Batters in here, you steady barkin'The Mac more catch like Dogs that botched AbortionMy-Blood pour like bottles of bubYou popped the Corks on the walls onBetter believe I get my Stalk on+Artist of The Year+ toured for longBONG! when it's all said and done I be long goneHong Kong gettin' my Cock in twat thru my Long JohnsSame song all around the World like 'Pac did itCaught a lil half a hundred gram wit the Cop wit itThe Grass that I stashed in the Dash, hit the Block wit itThey glocked out and brought along for the Vibe got knocked wit itNow I'm on top tradin' bars from a box niggazWit Two Strikes against me ain't no waitin' for the ThirdEven the Cops get it, got niggaz watchin' they MissesDoin' a middle harm Lakes cocked in the AirScreamin' "Yeah" like Lil Johnshould of pawn like Carm styles is on potty trainShotty's bang, bodies slained, got niggaz that could get it on
Author: straight71
Keywords: masta killa east made brooklyn free murda victorious rap hip hop
Added: August 30, 2008
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Well, if the shrinking penis, mindless aggression and looking like a twat doesn't but them off, maybe this will.....
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This just in. Anderson Cooper was spotted? followed? something exciting in a 100 mph high speed chase somewhere on the East Coast with his lhapsa apsa (sp?) dog named Tinkle Twat or something like that. I know this is very vague but my Mom is, once again, laughing so hard she is crying. Evidently Fox broke into the news hou
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I can't stand that twat Heidi Montag.
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Feeling like a smug twat with your new MacBook. So did I when I switched from the world of Windows. You get home, switch it on and, confused how the hell to right click, you now just feel like a twat!Fear not - by the time you read this you will know all (almost all) a Windows users needs to know about life with a Mac.
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Lewis Hamilton’s girlfriend, Nicole Scherzinger, was spotted kissing Black Eyed Peas star will.i.am (that’s how he spells it: twat) at a Los Angeles club.
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Rejoice, celebrity non-news addicts - an Amy Winehouse casual game has hit the net! Throw needles at your enemies whilst shouting "I'll twat you!".
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Do you use Twitter? Do you twit, tweet, and look back on your twats? What does it all mean and where is it going?
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I was listening to Rush Limbaugh this morning, and I heard him say something that made me laugh, gasp, and then laugh again. He referred to Britney Spears and Paris Hilton as "twats". I was able to get it recorded, so I’ll just let you listen to it if you want.
http://digg.com/celebrity/Limbaugh_Refers_to_Britney_and_Paris_As_twats_On_The_Air
2K Games' Ken Levine attended the Develop Conference 2008 In Brighton, England today, where he spent some time talking about development cycles, BioShock, and what a complete dick he is. Well, not a dick exactly...but definitely an implied dick.
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