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Uncle Murda

"YMCMB MMG"

[Verse 1: Cory Gunz]
Stare's blank when the trigger face
Lil' n*gga with a bigger base
Know me young homie here's some money, you wonder now
I'll make 2012 with a number dial
Talking that sh*t
Don't know who they rappin' with
Pause, I say f*ck I'm fast, rabbit di*ks
I turn the booth to a maggot pit
She appear when I wave it's the David magic wrist
Getting money, you b*tches can't see me like my mother home
She's b*tching her dog is back with another bone
Hollar for a dollar to swallow back
I hit her right off of twitter, follow that
I'm booking face, my network is social
Young Money, Cash Money, we coach who coach you
Slow up them Protools with them loco vocals
What you know to, don't do, n*gga
I'm your go-tos, go-to
Plot, once you try I approach you quiet with the toast too
Fire, I will smoke you
Tie, any man bear hand choke you
Silence is what I go to
Violent burner in the safe, burner in the car
And the plates burner on the waist
Find the burner and they solving the case
Murder in the place, let is dislove in his waist
I don't give a f*ck if your moms and all is in the play
Get your pops, get popped, n*gga pop off
Get a drop, in the city chopped, get in knocked off
Glock and it getting hot, knock ya socks off
Get clocked, when it tick, get tocked off
Block n*ggas by the block when its blocked off
Swat looking for the yacht when is docked off
In the spot where n*ggas plot to get bopped, pause
And when the waps stop then ya top off

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
YMCMB Double M G, you know me
Old school flow like Kool Moe Dee
Coastal flow, I move low key
Make a move OT
Get a brick for the low
95 South get a chick that would go
Every three-six let the b*tch get an O
I put it in the hood that b*tch better snow
In the middle of summer, do numbers
n*ggas better run from us that, in front us
That Mac-10 with a drummer, they want us
Tell them n*ggas run up, get done up
When that automatic get clapping like Cory Gunz when he rapping
That sh*t be spitting so fast and my n*ggas we platinum
And I'm
On the way I'm going glow, I put my pressy on
Thirty thou like I got a Camero Chevy on
I go loud around the neck give em a heavy one
And n*ggas sleeping on me, guess I get my Freddy on
Nightmare on you record label
I tell em put the dirty money on the other table
You ever seen a hundred racks off fiend money
That Martin Luther King, I had a dream money
I can tell you n*ggas never seen money
We selling white girl, getting Christine money
Aguilera, I'm in the Panamera
n*ggas whisper when I come through, I can barely hear em
I know these suckas looking, I can't see em though
My daddy in the grave, I make you meet em though
They call me, mister f*ck a n*gga, I don't need a ho
Cause I got my paper up, it's time to get my haters up
I'm gone
b*tch
I'm gone
Double-M G YMCMB

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