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Murphy Lee - Don't Blow It (feat. City Spud) Lyrics

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  • [Computer]
  • ..Collect call originates
  • From a correctional facility in Missouri
  • And may be recorded or monitored..
  • [City Spud]
  • Yo nigga, this City
  • Answer the phone next time
  • You prolly gonna call right back but
  • Ight? One..
  • [Intro: Murphy Lee]
  • (Dont blow it)
  • City spud said whut up
  • And to give you this message..
  • (Dont blow it - [repeat 2X])
  • Ali said peace
  • And learn todays lesson..
  • (Dont blow it - [repeat 2X])
  • Kyjuan said them
  • New Jordans comin out..
  • (Dont blow it - [repeat 2X])
  • And Nelly said theres
  • Gon be a party down south
  • [Hook: City Spud - repeat 4X]
  • For the nigga mention my name
  • I let him know the deal
  • City nigga, the same nigga
  • You thought was a lame nigga
  • [Verse 1: Murphy Lee]
  • Now Murphy Lee is really ready
  • Fully preparred and well done
  • I told you that Id give you my all if I sell none
  • Expected to sell plenty
  • Lotta more than Kenny
  • Big as Coming To Amerrica since I came and sent it
  • They saw he got his own money
  • That boy got his own money!
  • So please dont try to take nuttin from me
  • Im talkin consequences, all my conses see quence
  • Will literaly take yo face off for the tiniest reason
  • Im eas-un, eas-un on down down down down down
  • Makin my rounds, Im like a new Santa in town
  • Clown, calm down
  • I got issues like magazines
  • Ill leave you washed up, cut and cooked like Mama greens
  • You only cook erry once in a while like lima beans
  • Me, Im therre all the time behind the scenes
  • Livin my little dream (Uh-oh!)
  • Smokin on Cali green (Uh-oh!)
  • Me, Mike Veen, federal in tinted limousines derrty..
  • [Hook]
  • [Verse 2: Murphy Lee]
  • Come on derrty be for real
  • I can let you know the deal like a salesman
  • I could get you out of these bars like a jail bail man
  • But nah, Im a rapper Ima put you in bars
  • Judge Murphy recommend then niggas put em in charge
  • You practice lookin hard and you missin preseason
  • So when its gametime you on the side chearrleadin
  • Ill have you breathing in and out like Ali
  • Hatas like Marley, he hot like tamales
  • Im the same derrty
  • That came wit them boys in the Range derrty
  • And its strange how we 16 mil in they change derrty
  • Exchange the Range for the six fo that sit low
  • Hatas sick though, mad cuz they didnt like us from the get-go
  • I tip-toe through beats, complete style unique
  • 16s in the hallway, probably take you a week
  • I critique my lifestyle, I change my game cuz of fame
  • Its a shame to see results in you mentioning in my name
  • [Hook]
  • [Verse 3: Murphy Lee]
  • Many many many many
  • Many mention Murphy Lee name like Im a reference
  • Ima make yo ass S.A.T. is you try to test me
  • I hang where the best be, never been on jet skis
  • Been to D.C. and LA like Tyrone Nesby
  • Though, most definitely Im worldwide like Pepsi
  • And I take carre of my whole household like Jeffrey
  • So why you hatas wish to mention my name, mayn?
  • Cant understand Im just doin my thang
  • Yo I change for nay-nada nudda muddasucker
  • Ill sell music instead of drugs, fans instead of cluckers
  • Ya dig? Im original like a black man wit a gig
  • And not eatin pig is why I had to split ya wig
  • But they might, and he might
  • You know they watchin the person who watchin the person
  • Jockin my Johnny Cochran you cornball
  • All of em stick like a corn dog
  • 48 bars Im on yall, I warned yall...
  • [Hook]

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