Murda Barz - DJ OP Lyrics
Tell รข€˜em that I'm riding againShoot a nigga's cars,Don't make me hit the hydrant againEveryday I wake up, it's likeI'm live on the sand smokeHayz and bubbling paper, swallowing ginEverywhere I go, dirty nigga follow me inI'm back in the truck, I'm yapping the cupDrunk enough to ***** around and shoot the passenger upCouple of niggas follow on bikes,They hollow the pipes, they slide offI put your brain fiest, swallow the knifeI say lil' nigga, play your position,I ain't gonna book you, your momma wouldWhen I'mma come through the kitchenAnd you know you are nearer to Don OPI'm nailing the bricksDay deal, I got the deal with the concreteNeed a connector in Long BeachA shooter in New YorkI need good weed within arm reachKnow that they act like they ride y'allWhenever it's my callTell on niggas, they shot out their eyeballsGotta stay true to the reaper, these niggas is antsI'ma blast like the studio flickersI preserve dope from the federal reserveAsk a ghost, man, you deserve hostTwo guns up, it's the three guns upI say die for my niggas is the four word oathRather dying D-Block, nigga, I do that tooGot tens in the p.m. in BrooklynLookin' for some Dominican niggas, they be cookin'I pushing through these barrels followedBy two Camaros, Mac90 beside me,With the airwholesGrinding *****es on the tape tooDon't wet clothesSet a nigga up just to get something up in their noseAll my niggas sell O's and roll cygarellosRich country niggas with some ash elbowsDropped a hundred bricks with some cakeds and some chateaus
