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Uncle Murda

"On the Real"

(East New York!)

[Hook]
On the real, everything I spit be real
They like all Murda talk about is kill, kill, kill (Uh)
On the real, everything I spit be real
They like all Murda talk about is kill, kill, kill (187)
On the real, everything I spit be real
They like all Murda talk about is kill, kill, kill (Homicides)


[Verse 1]
I'm on that street sh*t, ain't nothin' sweet
I'm a G I'll pop you any day of the week (Monday through Sunday!)
sh*t, all my life I've been involved in gunplay
Violate me and I'll get you killed on Monday (I will!)
This one n*gga didn't understand me kid
So I popped him, I don't care who his family is (Who he related to?)
sh*t, now his brother sayin' he gon shoot me
Stupid ass little n*gga, I got him killed on Tuesday (Hahahaha!)
Little n*gga kept runnin' his mouth
Sayin' he's kill get me with the gun in his house (Where ya gun?)
sh*t, now they cousin's sayin' he gon' get me
Yo y'all n*ggas is dumb
I got him killed on Wednesday (Hahahaha!)
He said he ain't his cousins, he gon' make it hot
He had his gun when I hit him but he ain't bust no shots (He ain't even shoot!)
sh*t, now their uncle sayin' he gon' hurt me
Oh y'all get it now, I got him killed on Thursday (Hahahaha!)
Him and they aunt comin' out the grocery store
Closed caskets, I hit em in the face with the fours (sh*t..)(Ohhh!)
Friday night, I'm in the studio recordin' (1,2)
Rappin' 'bout this kid I shot Friday mornin' (D'ey don' know!)
Yep, it was like 9:30 am
When I ran up on that kid, caught with the AR, sprayed 'em (Ohhhh)
I'm on that Brooklyn, East New York sh*t (East New York!)
I ain't shoot nobody Saturday, but my man did (Slim!)
My gun jammed on me but Slim gun didn't
Slim hittin' him while I'm holdin' my gun tryna fix it (Get him Slim!)
The same kid that I shot on Monday
Real talk, I f*cked his baby moms on Sunday (Come here b*tch!)
I'm on that street sh*t, ain't nothin' sweet
This the East, same sh*t might happen next week (Awwww!)

Hook (3x)
On the real, everything I spit be real
They like all Murda talk about is kill, kill, kill (Murda!)
On the real, everything I spit be real
They like all Murda talk about is kill, kill, kill (187!)
On the real, everything I spit be real
They like all Murda talk about is kill, kill, kill (Homicide!)

[Talking]
And that's not all I talk about n*gga, you just not listening!
Brooklyn!

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