[00:07.04] Hello, "Tah Murdah" has a message for [Incomprehensible] [00:11.03] To accept the message, press one [00:13.06] To cancel the message [00:16.04] Tah Murdah 2001 Murda I.N.C. motherfucker [00:20.07] Mr. Fingaz got beats [00:27.14] Gangsta, gangsta [00:30.13] Uhh, uhh, gangsta, gangsta [00:32.16] Murda, murda, gangsta, gangsta [00:36.14] Fuck y'all niggaz talkin' about? [00:37.17] Uhh, uhh, gangsta, gangsta [00:40.15] Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah, this is how we do [00:43.25] Yeah, 2001 [00:45.24] 2001 nigga, check this shit [00:47.26] Now everybody just bounce, bounce [00:49.22] My Pov City hustlers, bounce, bounce [00:52.22] All my hood slimies, and Prada mamis [00:53.23] See how we fall off in the club, its nuttin' but love [00:56.28] Plenty bottles of skimy twisted and stick bud [00:59.28] And it fifty-fifty love, all across the board dog [01:02.31] Gully respect Gully never floss for broads [01:05.32] Or, get out of my character when she back it up [01:07.34] And after somethin' good performs, I'll have you get up on it [01:10.34] Ma, I'll give it how you want it, make you a new lady [01:12.35] Coke'll open her crazy, now all day she two way me [01:15.36] Type of shit like "Ohh baby", everything you do is gravy [01:18.41] And models I'm hittin' lately, so all you can do is hate me [01:20.44] Stare me down and screw face me, hype ya man up to lace me [01:23.43] C'mon, all y'all buttersoft, sweeter then tasties [01:26.47] My hands grip two hammers, double action [01:28.44] Prime time, nigga minus the actin' [01:30.46] Now get ya muthafuckin' hands up, high, touch the sky [01:34.52] And if you holdin' weight, nigga get it up [01:37.45] Mamis in the club lookin' right, oh you ain't spendin' the night? [01:40.53] Give her the pin number, mami hit me up [01:42.55] We can SkyTel tag until I get you in the back of the Jag [01:45.58] After we burn a bag, I'ma hit the guts [01:48.52] Oh you a baller? Then ball to this [01:50.57] My pimps, gangstas, and dogs I ain't mad at you player, play on [01:53.64] Now hear me holla out gangsta, gangsta [01:56.63] Paper chaser, I love the cake [01:58.57] And petit mamis with the coke bottle shape [02:00.66] So keep shakin' that money maker, ma-ma I can't hate ya [02:04.64] Its a cold world, ol' girl, so take advice from a pimp [02:07.63] What I'm spittin' is venomus ism listen [02:09.68] When the chrome rims glistenin', on the 'llac truck [02:12.67] Traffic get backed up, we in this, cloud of smoke from spinach [02:15.66] Niggaz ain't big enough to go some rounds or minutes [02:18.64] I'm heavyweight, and I ain't speakin' 'bout pounds in fitness [02:20.73] Use to spit off for sport but now its business [02:23.76] When you see me holla like you know me and I ain't scared homie [02:26.75] Picked up the mic, and put down the gats and yo [02:28.77] Now I rap and blow, with a fire acid flow [02:31.76] You know, and dog I ain't gotta repeat it [02:33.76] Right in front of ya eyes, ya see it, the best kept secret [02:36.79] Now get ya muthafuckin' hands up, high, touch the sky [02:39.79] And if you holdin' weight, nigga get it up [02:42.83] Mamis in the club lookin' right; oh you ain't spendin' the night? [02:45.84] Give her the pin number, mami hit me up [02:47.82] We can SkyTel tag until I get you in the back of the Jag [02:50.84] After we burn a bag, I'ma hit the guts [02:53.84] Oh you a baller? Then ball to this [02:55.86] My pimps, gangstas, and dogs I ain't mad at you player, play on [03:00.86] Now everybody just ride [03:03.85] If you sittin' on dubs, in that big body rollin' a bud [03:05.88] Then get high, uhh, get it crunk [03:07.91] Murda, gangster love [03:09.95] Now you know its only right and necessary [03:10.94] That I smash Freddy, after spittin' heavy, bars [03:12.95] Methaphors god, my shit is deadly [03:14.95] Swift and better believe, I'm focused now [03:16.92] Feed you to the vultures, murderous poster child [03:19.93] Click, clak, blaow, he pound sure to drop [03:22.96] Then catch me full of that hall or, blowin' on them poppers [03:25.96] But love, livin' and, love them, thug, women [03:28.96] Who will hustle and grind when its hard times [03:31.98] Playa, we came in this game with no gimmicks [03:34.01] You're finished, diminished ya frame get holes in it [03:37.04] Straight business and No Limits, like Master P [03:39.06] So if you bout that, scrilla my nilla then stack them cheese [03:43.05] And twist up, burn the vanilla dutch, we live it up [03:45.05] No bread, dick and Big Red we givin' sluts [03:48.05] I'm just a villian, willin' to kill for that pot of gold [03:51.05] You gotta know, it's all for the dough [03:53.94] Now get ya muthafuckin' hands up, high, touch the sky [03:56.07] And if you holdin' weight, nigga get it up [03:59.06] Mamis in the club lookin' right; oh you ain't spendin' the night? [04:02.09] Give her the pin number, mami hit me up [04:04.06] We can SkyTel tag until I get you in the back of the Jag [04:07.07] After we burn a bag, I'ma hit the guts [04:10.12] Oh you a baller? Then ball to this [04:12.16] My pimps, gangstas, and dogs I ain't mad [04:14.16] At you player, play on, play on [04:16.18] Yeah, its a playa event nigga [04:19.21] All my players ya heard me [04:20.24] Pov City nigga, yeah, uhh [04:23.23] Heart of the grungy, cheddar boys, mercy [04:26.23] Yeah, it's goin' down nigga [04:28.25] 2001, murda, murda [04:31.23] Uh, uh, gangsta, gangsta [04:34.25] C-Life [04:51.31]