[Murs]
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And I'm the four-letter word that you don't bleep out
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Got a question for you rappers rollin wit'cha heats out
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Is this really where you wanna be when Jesus come back?
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Lyin 'bout your life, over beats comin whack?
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And you say I'm backpack, cause I don't have a gat
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Man I just love life, and I'm dealin with the facts
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I'm young, I'm gifted, I'm beautiful and black
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And my momma didn't raise no fool like that
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I understand that you broke, you tryin to get money
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But you don't start gangbangin in your mid-20's
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Don't know nothin 'bout the beef, or the gang that you claimin
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You ain't even worth namin!
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... But I got a right hook that'll vacate your Timberlands
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Take this outside, set it straight like gentlemen
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I do feel the music so I kinda respect it
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But don't confuse ill lyrics with real street credit, c'mon
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[Interlude]
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Wat'chu gon' do man, ha?
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Get knocked out
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I'm real official like a referee with a whistle boy
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Get it right man
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My man Murs yo shut these cats down, holla!
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[Murs]
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I got my wallet in my pocket and my money in my sock
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Cause that's how it be when it's funny on the block
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Like it be on TV when these dummies try to rock
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With they secondhand flows like they runnin on a clock
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In a one minute cycle, I'm done with the rifles
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The tecs, the 9's, the killers, the psychos
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... Look, now can we party?
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And I want a Shirley Temple cause I don't drink Bacardis
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... But in a minute I'ma probably
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try to holla at a hottie with a, nice shaped body
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If she's into what I'm into we should worship at my temple
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I'ma, grind from behind as we wind to the tempo
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If she break it down slow, then it feel like mo'
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That's a Mayfield line for all of y'all who don't know
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All I do is have fun and bring life to the fans
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And I, don't need a gun cause I'm nice with my hands, c'mon
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[Interlude]
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Nice with my hands dawg, never seen the floor man
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Ask somebody, check the stats!
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Murs man, yo get at these fools though
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Let 'em know what's good baby, woo!
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[Murs]
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We shocked the world last year when, nobody heard of me
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My boy he got skills that's like, musical surgery
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Me you know the deal I'm a lyrical emergency
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We keepers of the real, just consider us security
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of the world, 9th, somethin like top flight
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As long as we in control everything's alright
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While the rest will steer you wrong with them songs that they thought up
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I wrestle with these words but I'm never gettin caught up
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... In the drama and the BS
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Jumped up out the underground, you know I gotta be fresh
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Rhymes runnin through my mind all day, I press eject
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I gotta lay 'em down on these beats cause they need wreck
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Yesssss, I'm back for the title
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And I brought an iron fist, just to smack all your rivals
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Woulda thought I ran track, the way I ran through my rivals
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Man I swear I'm the truth, slap my hand on the bible
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Let's go
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Murray's Law
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Murs |