Murder Rap Lyrics - Jealous Ones Still Envy - Fat Joe

Uh oh, uh oh 

Let's get it over with 

Yo sound boy turn the levels up 

Let's get it over with, uh 

Terror Squad up in this motherfucker 

Where my real niggaz at? 

My Bronx niggaz, my fast niggaz 

I see you Lil' Hat! Uh, Ah aha! 

It's time to take it to these niggaz right here 

Yeah, yo, yo 

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Who wanna spaz out? Crunchtime, blow ya abs out 

Leave you in the fetal position, witcha ass out 

Ready to mash out any crew actin' like 

They the true facts of life, frontin' through the camera lights 

Despite, we hold it down regardless 

I got Def Jam suckin' me like, "I wish you was my artist" 

For starters, who's the largest cat? 

Get a hundred grand from my most garbage rap 

Now how hard is that? Everything we spit be hot 

Whether it's live on Flex or in front of the chicken spot 

Grimed out, we really live what you rhyme 'bout 

See me posted up in the Tunnel, with my shines out 

Ice cold like Alaska when I pass ya 

Got girls shakin', losin' they breath, as if they catchin' asthma 

Headed to the bar to pop some bottles 

Now we in the car headed home to rock some models 

All I hear in the background is Gucci and Prada 

But I'm tryin' to gas these bitches to screw me for Nada 

We the best that done it, confess you fronted 

Anybody wanna test how much straps, you want it? 

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Aiyyo the gangsta's back 

Stop it right where you at 

Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap 

Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that 

Gotchu feelin' it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it back 

I'm from my days and legends, since age eleven 

I was the cause of dope fiends catchin' AIDS infections 

Most of us are dead, but the rest is locked 

Runnin' in the rec room and check me out on the box 

A CEO could get optioned tryin' to change the channel 

It's like tryna take the flesh outta the mouth of hungry cannibals 

Joe the God, the flow is hard 

Known for packin' two dozen birds like Noah's Ark 

I'm the realest of 'em, make you feel the pressure 

Catch you at a club, smack you up, steal ya leather 

You niggaz soften me, beat you out of the mix 

Tough talk, tough walk, but you cry like a bitch 

I see you downin' the Cris', I'm not hatin', I'm just aggrevated 

I ask myself every day, how these faggots made it? 

Fuck around with the don and get decapitated 

I'm sick of hearin 'em souls for all the cats that made it 

Aiyyo the gangsta's back 

Stop it right where you at 

Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap 

Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that 

Gotchu feelin' it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it back 

Aiyyo the kid is back 

Leave it right where you at 

Let a real nigga hold that, you probably won't clap 

Tell them thug niggaz, move it on back 

I'm feelin' tight and I'm hot 

Ready to pop the crack right through your back 

That's how Kenny rocks, I'm more advanced than how your learnin' 

I'm like the force of space balance and planets while they churnin' 

Poppin' rosary beads, piss on ya candle while it's burnin' 

Rush ya widows crib and pop ya, bodies 

Now I know you can feel the heat I generate 

Imagine when I penetrate ya stomach, and make ya body's center bake 

We can argue for days, whether it's faster to drop five shots 

In ya astronaut before you cloud the stash box 

Splash ya brains on ya birds' laps 

Swerve you on the curb, crash the Range, and push the front skirt back 

And murk after that, blurtin' curse words 

Yo I popped that nigga's son one before we catch the first 

I'ma kill any murderer, leave a nigga burpin' up 

Blood, chokin' on chunks of his lung interior 

Every verse that I spit's a personal riff 

I meet a ill key frontin', I'm a murder you shit 

Niggaz play me while disturbin' the Bricks 

I'm like the feelin' of the first time they ever held a bird in they grip 

Motivator thug, scrape 'em, shoot the bolts in his butt 

Energizin 'em up, make 'em wanna open 'em up 

Actin' like I can't happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple 

Death to rappin', I don't wanna battle 

I'd rather rush your studio session and shatter the booth 

Clap at ya face, give the mic feedback the goof 

Aiyyo the gangsta's back 

Stop it right where you at 

Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap 

Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that 

Gotchu feelin it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it back 

Aiyyo the kid is back 

Leave it right where you at 

Let a real nigga hold that, you probably won't clap 

Tell them thug niggaz, move it on back 

I'm feelin' tight and I'm hot 

Ready to pop the crack right through your back