Uncle Murda My Niggas (GMG)

[Intro:]

That’s right baby, DJ Suss One [?]

I’m here with my nigga Uncle Murda

Shout out to the whole east New York

Shout out to the whole GMG

Summertime Shootouts, let’s go!

[x2:]

My niggas will shoot you

My niggas will rob you

My niggas will cut you

You know how my squad do

My niggas is loco, my niggas is grimy

GMG we’re [?] on your wifey. [x2]

Son I got a dope spot, and I got a crack spot

Ever since [?] I’ve been letting my gat pop

So you wanna be a gangsta? son I got the recipe

You can’t roll with me, if you ain’t got no felonies

This is for them bloods and the crips who gettin’ money

All you broke gang members stay fuck away from me

I ain’t about that beef shit if it about no bread

Before I fuck a groupie they gotta give me head

They be on they knees tellin’ me how much they like me

You used to be a stripper, oh you can’t be my wifey

I be tellin’ [?] that they the best

So they can put the order to it when we havin’ sex

When I’m in the hood you know the hammers on deck

50 side macs, 32 side tecs

Give me [?], niggas can’t roll with us if they only got misdemeanors

[x2:]

My niggas will shoot you

My niggas will rob you

My niggas will cut you

You know how my squad do

My niggas is loco, my niggas is grimy

GMG we’re [?] on your wifey. [x2]

Uncle Murda On & On

[Jeremih:]

Baby ride with me

I just want you to know

I cut all them girls all for you

And ma I want to spoil you…

[Uncle Murda:]

She the baddest bitch on the planet

Badder than Beyonce, Halle, and Janet

See for once, she like girls

We laid up, she telling me to invite girls

No seven, eights or nines

When me and her menage we only deal with dimes

Bring ’em in kick ’em out she know I don’t love ’em

I don’t go behind her back and try to fuck ’em

For her I would kick bitches to the curb

She don’t got kids but treat mines like they hers

I believe it when she say she love me

She know me

She know what to cook when I say I’m hungry

Used to treat her bad then I got it right

Almost lost her, Mayweather Medina fight

That make up sex messed up her makeup

So good she forgot why we was gon’ break up

[Jeremih:]

You know me from way back I

Can’t lie to you that’s a fact right

Still fuck with me when I don’t act right

You call when you need that pipe

It goes on and on, on and on with you baby

It goes on and on, on and on with you yeah…

It don’t get no better, don’t get no better, get no better than you

Don’t get no better, don’t get no better, get no better than you

No

[50 Cent:]

Okay I’ma say she crazy

She say he crazy

You know the kinda crazy you need baby

You should just give me the right time

I send you the flight time

Show you ’round New York

We could sit down and talk

I’ma overachiever

I’ll make you a believer

Or you make me a believer

Then I’ll feel like I need ya

I’d done dealt with some dumb bitches

Some beautiful bum bitches

Flyest shit they got

Is some shit that I gave ’em

It’s nothing

That check I’ma run it up, run it up

Due to I felt like I done, done enough

With one life to live, we’ve got to live it up

Go one step in the crib you got to give it up

Stop with the kissing, proceed to the touching

Graduate to fellatio

Then climax fucking

Sweat on your body private party is written here

No VIP, ain’t got shit on shit here

Baby yeah…

[Jeremih:]

You know me from way back I

Can’t lie to you that’s a fact right

Still fuck with me when I don’t act right

You call when you need that pipe

It goes on and on, on and on with you baby

It goes on and on, on and on with you yeah…

It don’t get no better, don’t get no better, get no better than you

Don’t get no better, don’t get no better, get no better than you

No

[Uncle Murda:]

Baby ride with me

Be Bonnie & Clyde with me

I’ll cut all them girls all for you

They jealous of how I spoil you

They dm’ing and calling you

Damn, them bitches stalking you

Mad I don’t want to kick it with them

They miss how I used to give it to them

[Jeremih:]

You know me from way back I

Can’t lie to you that’s a fact right

Still fuck with me when I don’t act right

You call when you need that pipe

It goes on and on, on and on with you baby

It goes on and on, on and on with you yeah…

It don’t get no better, don’t get no better, get no better than you

Don’t get no better, don’t get no better, get no better than you

No

Uncle Murda Tonite

[Uncle Murda:]

We don’t care if they strapped up, we got the drop tonight

We don’t miss when we shoot, niggas getting shot tonight

It’s summer time but we the ones making it hot tonight

Bet them old folks be callin’ the cops tonight

[*gun shots*] That’s all you gon’ hear, nigga

Little kids gon’ wake up outta their sleep all scared, nigga

[*gun shots*] That’s all you gon’ hear, nigga

Want to see a dead body? Come with me over here, nigga

It’s MAC-11 and .40 Cals for the opposition

On the news or in the newspaper, you might see him get mentioned

Like two men gunned down last night in Brooklyn

As far as knowing who might of did it, police still looking

Homicide askin’ questions, my name getting mentioned

They got me under surveillance, paying me close attention

I shot at police before so they feeling the tension

I’m Larry Davis, this ain’t going to be a easy apprehension

(Bang, bang)

They ain’t got no evidence

They think I’m out here killin’ niggas for recreation

I kill niggas and laugh when I saw they momma cryin’

That’s how it is the jungle when you a fucking lion

If niggas get the drop on me, you think they gonna feel bad

Like, “Damn, Murda’s kids gonna grown up without they dad”

They ain’t gon’ give two fucks and they shouldn’t, nigga

If my finger was on the trigger, I’d pull it, nigga

I’d make sure I hit me with every bullet, nigga

If you ain’t on it like that, don’t even pull it, nigga

Shoot to kill is what I’m saying if you know like I know

I know Carlito wishin’ he would’ve killed Benny Blanco

‘Shoot them before they shoot me’ is my mentality

Never back down from a nigga that challenge me

Shit you see in gangsta movies is my reality

I be taking that shit, niggas that locked up be proud of me

We don’t care if they strapped up, we got the drop tonight

We don’t miss when we shoot, niggas getting shot tonight

It’s summer time but we the ones making it hot tonight

Bet them old folks be callin’ the cops tonight

[*gun shots*] That’s all you gon’ hear, nigga

Little kids gon’ wake up outta their sleep all scared, nigga

[*gun shots*] That’s all you gon’ hear, nigga

Want to see a dead body? Come with me over here, nigga

[Dave East:]

Couch up your blood just to see what it taste like

It look better lettin’ it go when it’s broad daylight

Yo, Uncle Murda, we can’t find a nigga, “Get his uncle murder’d”

[?] and body for body

That’s just another person

We got sticks like we tryin’ to build a tree house

Indictments left my name out

Certain shit I won’t speak about

You ever seen a body flip?

Headshot splash like water as I Dasani sip

The feds will never find the grip

I’m parked in front your son’s school trying to line your kid

He’s gonna tell me where your momma live

While I’m just polishin’ M1

Scope came with it, don’t make no quick run

Leave it up to me to handle it, I’m gonna get it done

Money on your head, the type of shit we consider fun

Never breathe the same, they hit his lung, go get a gun (Gunshot)

Still got my GemStar, eat a nigga face up

My lawyer handle business now, go beat a nigga case up

You don’t really want the morgue havin’ to do your make up

Havin’ to get your suits fit, tailor made, we shoot shit

Woodgrain coffin, we cook ‘caine often

Never took chains off him, my crooks ain’t talking

Interrogations, got my mental racin’

I ain’t trying to be in Bellevue as no mental patient

We spin the block, a hundred shot, pray for whoever make it

And left ’em without all they paper, they just left ’em naked

It’s murder

[Uncle Murda:]

We don’t care if they strapped up, we got the drop tonight

We don’t miss when we shoot, niggas getting shot tonight

It’s summer time but we the ones making it hot tonight

Bet them old folks be callin’ the cops tonight

[*gun shots*] That’s all you gon’ hear, nigga

Little kids gon’ wake up outta their sleep all scared, nigga

[*gun shots*] That’s all you gon’ hear, nigga

Want to see a dead body? Come with me over here, nigga

Uncle Murda Candy Yams

[Hook:]

This is bananas, I’m goin ham

These niggas is sweet, candy yams

Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like

Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight

This is bananas, I’m goin ham

These niggas is sweet, candy yams

Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like

Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight

[Verse 1:]

I’m in the hood where they all doing day yo

Who really run brooklyn, uncle murda or maino

Certain people don’t wanna hear nothing

Like fuck all them niggas, pigs still runnin

I go extra hard whenever the beat’s on

I sound like Nas when he had the fatigues on

Me and NYPD don’t get along

I’m on the radio, they kids is singing my songs

I don’t care if she a model, a stripper or an actress

I’m tryina get it poppin with all my mattress

I’ve been back in the still out

I was 15 in the tellie before flexin tuck chill out

You can learn something from me

I can teach you how to man up, not how to dougie

See everybody lives but not everybody dies

Look at Michael Jackson, Biggie and Pac, we still keep em alive

[Hook:]

This is bananas, I’m goin ham

These niggas is sweet, candy yams

Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like

Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight

This is bananas, I’m goin ham

These niggas is sweet, candy yams

Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like

Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight

[Verse 2:]

I’m in the hood where they all doing day

Who really run brooklyn, uncle murda, fab or café?

Certain people don’t wanna hear nothing

Like fuck all them niggas, pigs still runnin

I’m mason he was dancing with diddy

All eyes on me now I’m runnin the city

These rappers had they chance but they ain’t get busy

Tell the east coast, we back, we found the new biggie

Chris Lighty don’t dance but that’s my diddy

He say he gonn mark at me like the old 50

This sound like a dre beat for my lil man did it

This shit not make you do the gwap

I smoked one these lil rappers don’t play with me

I’m feelin like dmx, I need y’all to pray for me

Look, these rappers can’t see me maine

I’m the new version of krs one mc shane

[Hook:]

This is bananas, I’m goin ham

These niggas is sweet, candy yams

Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like

Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight

This is bananas, I’m goin ham

These niggas is sweet, candy yams

Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like

Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight

[Verse 3:]

I’m in the hood, where they all doin day yo

Who the realest nigga in the game, uncle murda or maino

Rap niggas still tryina be what they ain’t go

Fuck with me, I smack the tube socks off his ankles

The realest nigga in it, in a minute, shoots out in broad day

Me and murda gonn finish

No matter how I move, they gonn still say I’m troublesome

Rappers just soft, chew em up, bubble gum

Like cookies in a bag, crumble them

The last time I got mad, they saw the devil come

Black benz, white porsche, I been willim lately

I be rollin so hard making mama hate me

One drama lately, but niggas petrified

Scared to death, hold they breath while I’m comin by

Niggas french fry, food off 1 dollar menu

They ain’t about that life, we’ve been tryina tell you!

[Hook:]

This is bananas, I’m goin ham

These niggas is sweet, candy yams

Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like

Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight

This is bananas, I’m goin ham

These niggas is sweet, candy yams

Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like

Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight

Uncle Murda Know What I’m Talkin Bout

[Verse 1:]

Bottles on this set we in the spot

The Dj feel G double we in the spot

All you players 51 albums

Biggie and Pac

And that old J

When him the Dang was running the rock

He know real boy here no bullshit

We ain’t buying them bottles if they had no bullshit

I ain’t gon talk about them

But ballers they let ’em see with

To Snow white get on some Billy the Kid shit

But son I ain’t looking for no drama

I’m looking for a Keisha, Alisha or Rihanna

I’m sipping that Ciroc, I’m puffing that marijuana

If they had getting crazy they get Louie, Gucci, Prada

They scared to let me touch a hundred mill

They know I ain’t forget about Biggie getting killed

I ain’t them other dudes, I can’t pretend nigga

The only rapper still thinking about the fans nigga

[Hook:]

Know what I’m talking ’bout

Know what I’m talking ’bout

Know what I’m talking ’bout

Know what I’m talking ’bout

[Verse 2:]

I got beautiful women for every day of the week

Sound like a joker, but the truth is all I speak

You getting knocked keep your mouth shut like Big Leach

I should open up a school for G’s to wake out preachers

I can’t help to stay out of jail or stay out the streets

Trying school I ain’t talking about artist on the beat

If it wasn’t me then one of my comets hit ’em up

If he got smoking Brooklyn that’s one for the terf

Nigga you a bitch, I’m a thug, ya I’m the problem

Word that got this silent, just niggas are harlem

Real gangster shit nigga, not me

Words are supreme, while the clap niggas are queers

Last year my grandma passed, pearl got knocked

For a minute, she had me say fuck hip hop

Then I spoke the braille, was like so turn it up

When you was focused fuck on fire, you was burning up

[Hook:]

Know what I’m talking ’bout

Know what I’m talking ’bout

Know what I’m talking ’bout

Know what I’m talking ’bout

[Verse 3:]

I got my hood on lockdown know what I’m talking about

If you ain’t getting money then you running your mouth

We running the clubs ’cause niggas is getting money

We bust a nigga head let the bouncers act funny

Everybody gettin in, fuck how niggas dress

I’m bout to spend 10 with a hundred on my neck

20 niggas with me and we take a niggas bitches

We them real niggas them niggas is real bitches

I got more bitches with bitches that get it in

Surrounded by some pretty women like I’m peefing kin

You really don’t offend me with your hating or envy

I got through with the MP and I spray it till it’s empty

Know what I’m talking ’bout

We them type of niggas that run aside your mama’s house

The rings and things say about, bring ’em out

Word to big Papa, who shoot you

Know what I’m talking ’bout

[Hook:]

Know what I’m talking ’bout

Know what I’m talking ’bout

Know what I’m talking ’bout

Know what I’m talking ’bout

Uncle Murda Right Now (Remix)

[Intro – Fabolous:]

Right now, right now, right now, right now

Murda, Future, Young OG right now

Kiss, hol up

[Verse 1 – Fabolous:]

I’m still eating, I’m being greedy

I rather let them being needy

Camera man tryna TMZ me, side piece tryna PND me

Right now I’m too cautious

Thirsty hoes get too

You with a loser that’s two losses

Dripping off me, I’m too saucy

Off white on a off night

Givenchy lay on a laundry day

Soft whites going off right

These diamonds shine like light bulbs

My shoe closet like flight club

Treat your ass like, might hit it when I leave the club

I don’t trust them either, I don’t blame Metro

Fuck with OG, not the lame retro

Told you from the get go, let’s go, get go, get low

Couple niggas, getting sus, that’s no bad tho

If Brooklyn don’t trust you like what’s up with son

They throw bullets from where I’m from make you cough up a lung

If ain’t no bad bitches in there I pull up with some

And right now I’m on some kush and a cup of som’n

[Chorus 1 – Future:]

100 shooters in the club, 100 bottles

100 shooters in the club, 100 bottles

Coppin the whips on these niggas

Don’t fuck, don’t fuck, don’t fuck with these niggas

Ain’t got no love for these niggas, no love, no love, no love for these niggas

I just blow the cash on my young hoe, I just blow some cash on my young hoe

Fucking up this cash with my young niggas, fucking up a bag with my young niggas

[Verse 2 – Uncle Murda:]

I just runned off on the plug (twice)

If you ain’t getting money, you a dub

I’m lit right now, Fab and Kiss on the remix right now

For a bag of bricks, I hit you like Rico and Mitch right now

Got pills on me, got loud on me, got powder

She got a period, so she want suck it for a hour

She nasty with it, want me to put it in her anus

She my Blac Chyna, my Amber Rose, she a stripper, I’m a make her famous

Got a rollie I ain’t paid for

Get the pyrex, get the baking soda, I’m a whip it, right now

I’m what’s up right now

I’m Fat Joe, all the way up right now

If Future don’t trust it, bang, bang, I’m a shot you up right now

[Bridge – Future:]

If Murda don’t trust you he gon shoot you

Lil Mexico don’t trust you we gon shoot you

Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon shoot you

If Brooklyn don’t trust you, they gon shoot you

[Verse 3 – Jadakiss:]

I don’t rep nothing my nigga, I’m neutral

D-Block, any conflict and I’m making it crucial

If Jada don’t trust you then Kiss is gon shoot you

Funeral entitled the wake is on Youtube

What they do, they selling hard, puffing wet

Messing with the credit cards, busting checks

Pumping in the jets, dumping off the Tec’s

Hopping on the yachts, jumping off the jets

Like

[Chorus 2 – Future::]

I just blow the cash on my young hoe, I just blow some cash on my young hoe

Fucking up this cash with my young niggas, fucking up some bands with my young niggas

100 shooters in the club, 100 bottles

100 shooters in the club, 100 bottles

Copping the whips on these niggas

Don’t fuck, don’t fuck, don’t fuck with these niggas

Ain’t got no love for these niggas, no love, no love, no love for these niggas

[Outro:]

Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

Uncle Murda The Response (Kendrick Diss)

Everybody like you heard what that nigga said?

Niggas getting offended

Everybody running to the studio

Trying to make a diss record about Kendrick (one, two, one, two)

Tell Kendrick I ain’t mad at him, (I ain’t mad at you)

This is exactly what the game needed

Everybody want to be homeboys, rappers competition, start competing

For calling niggas names out, Kendrick I thank you

But for saying you the king, niggas want me to spank you

I am like yeah I heard what Kendrick said

But lil homie ain’t a threat (he not)

Maybe if Game or Snoop said it

Then I would be more upset (word)

Jay not dead, Nas alive

You the king? Kendrick, come on how do that sound?

Okay say if they don’t count no more

Then it’s me and Fab fighting for the crown

A$AP Rocky hotter than both of y’all

Years niggas like that fucking up yo culture y’all

This what niggas get for not checking Snoop

When he kicked down the building, that’s why Kendrick getting cute

How you gon’ claim something that you not

Oh I get it this nigga wanna be 2Pac

And I am a west coast crip on the blood block

Kicking it with bloods, talking about all the bloods I shot

King of Oakland, why you ain’t say that?

Cause them niggas that robbed 2 Chainz don’t play that

Damn Murda I know you ain’t gonna say that

First 50, now Drake trying to bring Mase back

But P Diddy wanna get paid

He ain’t letting niggas eat off of niggas he made

And son I can’t front I respect that

Puff like y’all know what I want where the check that

I don’t hold mine gun sideways I shoot straight

Remember when Dr. Dre used to dress like a fruitcake

Let them out of town niggas know shit done change

Niggas can’t party out here if they don’t get a pass from me and Maino

Motherfucka we brooklyn

And that crown I said me and Fab was fighting for? I just took it!

Uncle Murda Murdera

[Intro – Uncle Murda:]

EAST NEW YORK!

[singer (Uncle Murda):]

I’m smokin that la, la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la

La, la, la, la (CARTER!)

I’m smokin that la, la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la

La, la, la, la (BROOKLYN!)

[Chorus – Uncle Murda (singer):]

They call me Uncle (MURDERA!)

I’m a Gettin Money Gangsta (MURDERA!)

Them girls be all on me (MURDERA!)

Yeah they love me like thaaaaaaaaaat! (MURDERA!)

[Verse 1 – Uncle Murda {Sample from Taana Gardener’s “Heartbeat}:]

OH! If you know me you know I’m so, street

And I ain’t got no love for the po-lice

It’s a recession I still get it for so, cheap

Niggas that’s gettin them bricks off know, me

Look I be on the grind gettin mo-ney

If you broke you get no love from the ho-neys

Shorty that nigga you with, ain’t, street

He shook baby I can hear his {Heart-beat}

His friends said, I don’t want no pro-blems

Tell duke relax we ain’t gonna rob, him

Look I don’t know is it me or the bi-ma

Or is she just a freak like Adi-na

But she all over me like ba-by

I just met her and she said I drive her cra-zy

You know I got the nine, tucked

Like whatever I’m on point like the line-up

[Chorus – Uncle Murda:]

They call me Uncle (MURDERA!)

I’m a Gettin Money Gangsta (MURDERA!)

Them girls be all on me (MURDERA!)

Yeah they love me like thaaaaaaaaaat! (MURDERA!)

(I’m smokin that la, la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la, la, la, la, la)

(Yeaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!)

[Bridge – singer {Sample from Taana Gardener’s “Heartbeat}:]

Oh, I don’t know… he told me that’s he was alright (was alright?)

Well, all I know, she creepin with me tonight (she comin with me!)

It’s all your fault, she said you ain’t treat her right

No hands nor belt, but I’m about to beat tonight

{Now you know this just don’t make NO kind of sense}

[Verse 2 – Uncle Murda:]

Broke nigga, get OUT, my face

I’m on the pa-per chase

If you ain’t talkin ’bout money, don’t be talkin to meeeeee!

(Okay, don’t waste no time)

You better get on, the grind

If you broke, you’re NO, friend of mine

I don’t want your bail-up rubbin out off on meeeeeeee! (OHH!)

I, I, I, can’t die

I got shot in my head, and survived

Man, I know I’m here for a r-eal rea-sooooon (I’m special!)

Dem bullets wasn’t hurt-in me

I felt like Her-cules

Man, ask the doctor I was barely bleed-innnn

(A good doctor!)

[Chorus – Uncle Murda:]

They call me Uncle (MURDERA!)

I’m a Gettin Money Gangsta (MURDERA!)

Them girls be all on me (MURDERA!)

Yeah they love me like thaaaaaaaaaat! (MURDERA!)

(I’m smokin that la, la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la, la, la, la, la)

(I’m smokin that la, la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la, la, la, la, la)

(Yeaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!)

They call me Uncle (MURDERA!)

I’m a Gettin Money Gangsta (MURDERA!)

Them girls be all on me (MURDERA!)

Yeah they love me like thaaaaaaaaaat! (MURDERA!)

(I’m smokin that)

Uncle Murda Black & Yellow

[Hook:]

When I check niggas I be putting bullets in their face

Yes black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape

We don’t tell ’em ourself this ain’t the first 48

Yes black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape

My fully loaded caliber gon’ put niggas in their place

Yes black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape

The crime scene getting investigated by a jay

Yes black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape

[Verse 1:]

If I don’t spit the hottest bars you ever heard

Then Big Meech wasn’t flipping no bird

Bob Marley wasn’t puffing no herb

And them poppies are all of them still in the curve

If I ain’t the definition of keeping it real

Then Eminem ain’t nice he ain’t got no skills

On some G shit, if I’m beefing with ’em

My holy gears is killing whoever eating with ’em

He a business man they killing a enemy

He at the hotel kill the chick that’s scriping with ’em

Gun smoke, bullets fly, it’s cutable 4 days later for a trial

My little major hype I call him the beretta kid

He like yo let me go and kill his relatives

He said that when we rolled passed the way

I start laughing, like nah never nigga wait

[Hook:]

When I check niggas I be putting bullets in their face

Yes black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape

We don’t tell ’em ourself this ain’t the first 48

Yes black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape

My fully loaded caliber gon’ put niggas in their place

Yes black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape

The crime scene getting investigated by a jay

Yes black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape

[Verse 2:]

If I ain’t the realest nigga spitting

Then Joy wasn’t the best it was Scotty Pimpin

If I ain’t the promise of all of the thugs

Then the mexicans don’t know nothing ’bout drugs

In the game of Lil Wayne, ain’t blood

And that nigga snoop dogg, ain’t cause

On some G shit, with the sound of rhyme

And my gun bang! homicide

I’m all point, fully prepared

And breathe the same air as me, I’m never scared

I put the burn on the dresser

Then pick the ray back up after I sex her

My chick won’t smell my dick before she suck it

I whiped it all good, she can’t tell I was fucking

If I ain’t the truth, then Magnum X a ever

Top the boss with it with no reinsure

[Hook:]

When I check niggas I be putting bullets in their face

Yes black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape

We don’t tell ’em ourself this ain’t the first 48

Yes black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape

My fully loaded caliber gon’ put niggas in their place

Yes black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape

The crime scene getting investigated by a jay

Yes black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape

These niggas is square, lames

It’s a wrap y’all

This for niggas that getting money and bang

I’m back y’all

They don’t want me in, they want me out

I notice

But I’m a shut them down, ’cause I could

I focus

[Hook:]

When I check niggas I be putting bullets in their face

Yes black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape

We don’t tell ’em ourself this ain’t the first 48

Yes black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape

My fully loaded caliber gon’ put niggas in their place

Yes black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape

The crime scene getting investigated by a jay

Yes black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow tape

Uncle Murda Fuck Ya Friend

[Hook – Wale:]

Girl I wanna fuck ya friend, friend, friend

And you can still be my girlfriend, friend, friend

And maybe you can even join in, in, in

But I really wanna fuck ya friend

Girl I wanna fuck ya friend

Girl I wanna fuck ya friend

[Verse 1:]

Damn that’s my baby girl, but I keep thinking about her home girl

I wonder if shawty let me fuck, a butt bigger than my cheek butt

I’m Trey Songz, I can’t get her out of my head

I wanna hit it, and my chick dead

I wanna hit it, and my chick gone

I’m a tryna, tryna fuck them all

I wanna hit it while my chick watching

Then take both of them to shopping

She nasty, she right to get it in

She grew up listening to Lil Kim

[Hook – Wale:]

Girl I wanna fuck ya friend, friend, friend

And you can still be my girlfriend, friend, friend

And maybe you can even join in, in, in

But I really wanna fuck ya friend

Girl I wanna fuck ya friend

Girl I wanna fuck ya friend

[Verse 2:]

5 shots of this straight dumb

I need 5 wifes like Akon

I wanna fuck your friend and my friend wanna fuck you girl

Ain’t no love if the homies can’t have none

Ain’t no fun if the fucker only got one

Couple bad bad tell my homie grab one

Been in love with them phone calls

For shawty you can be my pom pom

Porn star, got the homie fiending for a urge

With a couple white bitches like Kobe

She was acting all achy till he seen the bitch

Thought I was in love, till I seen her friend

[Hook – Wale:]

Girl I wanna fuck ya friend, friend, friend

And you can still be my girlfriend, friend, friend

And maybe you can even join in, in, in

But I really wanna fuck ya friend

Girl I wanna fuck ya friend

Girl I wanna fuck ya friend

[Verse 3:]

Good evening misses, it’s nice to meet you misses

We in agreement that female got the sweetest kisses

As I proceed to pimpin’ I carefully eat the cookie

Been beating it up a minute, that’s screaming it’s being bully

You got my heart, I promise you got my soul

So say goodbye to your promise nobody will ever know

I promise to promise you when I promise you

They saying that I promise you is honoring your goal

Say if you wanna know, I wanna know you tryin’ to move

Like you love the dollo but I like vaginas by the 2’s

Maybe you, maybe her, tryin’ to see my lady work

She sleeping at her house, you at me sleeping in my favorite shirt

[Hook – Wale:]

Girl I wanna fuck ya friend, friend, friend

And you can still be my girlfriend, friend, friend

And maybe you can even join in, in, in

But I really wanna fuck ya friend

Girl I wanna fuck ya friend

Girl I wanna fuck ya friend