MrAeko
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Da ich momentan den Onkel Mord extremst pumpe mach ich hier auch mal nen Thread auf...
Habe gerade mal Childrens Story abgetippt, da geht er wieder übel ab.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTLR6NL2rGk
Wie immer sind die Adlibs in Klammern
Habe gerade mal Childrens Story abgetippt, da geht er wieder übel ab.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTLR6NL2rGk
Wie immer sind die Adlibs in Klammern
Uncle Murder – Childrens Story
Child: Yo, yo, Uncle Murder, what’s up?
Murder: Yo what’s goin on lil toller Typ? Don’t you posed to be in bed man?
Child: Yeah I know but I can’t sleep man! Can you tell me one of your gangster stories? To put me to bed. About when you got shot and what happened?
Police were like “listen you lil black mother****er” (listen up)
“tell me who shot you and where they at mother****er” (where they at buddy?)
Oh what you tryin to make me rap mother****er? (what?)
I looked at his partner and said “it was that mother****er” (he did it toller Typ!)
**** y’all, I aint got a word to say
The kid who shot me? Ima make that kid pay (oh I got him!)
Look you can’t shoot me and get away with it (no!)
I can’t go to sleep until I get the toller Typ who did it (Uhhh)
I hate when a enemy of mines go to prison (I hate it)
I rather the toller Typ be on the streets so I can kill him (I wanna bang him!)
I wanna put that toller Typ in his grave
Hit him with a 100 shots I want him on the frontpage (see that?)
Now the Daily News, the Newsday and the Post
Want everybody to read about how he got smoked (read toller Typ)
The Post was he lyin like they know who it was (they lying!)
They said it was the Crips, going against the Bloods (no it wasn’t!)
The Daily News busy writin it was over drugs
They said they hit that boy up with 4 different guns ( I had a Calico man!)
Newsday like “Somebody got shot,
suspect fled, Victim dead, that’s what we got” (that’s what happened)
That’s another body I done got away with
I told y’all Murder aint the one to play with (Don’t play with me!)
I got so many stories to tell y’all
If I don’t make it to heaven, it’s my fault I’m going to hell y’all
Child: Damn Uncle Murder! That was gangsta! I wanna be just like you when I grow up!
Murder: But you can’t be like me lil homie, I aint the one to be like
Child: I know I know, but can you tell me one more gangsta story? Pleeeaaaaase?
Ima tell you bout this kid named Steve, this kid named John
You would’ve thought they brothers but they had different moms
They stayed together like M.O.B. (MOB What up!)
They was always together, running the streets (Uh)
But money the root to all evil (Fo Real)
See it can have you flip on your people (Uh Huh)
Steve thought John was acting funny
Cuz he got a lil bread and John aint got no money (fo real?)
But John think that Steve done flipped
Cause he know he broke and he aint givin him shit (Damn!)
And you know what’s next to happen (What?)
They about to get to clapping (Ohh)
They grow up with each other (That shit yeah)
Now they tryin to shoot up each other (That’s messed up)
You see that’s how shit go man
That’s what niggas do for the love of the dough man
Child: So what happened man? Did Steve ever get John or did John ever get Steve? I wanna know tell me man!
Murder: Nah that’s for next time lil man, take yo ass to bed. Kick it with you tomorrow
Child: Aight man
Uncle Murder – I Aint Dead (Papoose Diss)
Brooklyn!
Oh!
Some bitch ass niggas was shootin at me the other day (Where y’all lookin at?)
They guns was pointing at me but they was lookin the other way
Damn! These kids be so scared
They think they want beef but they really not prepared (Yall don’t want it!)
They think they did something, these clowns don’t understand
Then they hood hype like “yo we just killed Murder man” (yo we got him)
They punked up now, they adrenaline runnin
They don’t even realize that they didn’t kill nuthin (I’m alive toller Typ)
They don’t wanna have shootouts, they don’t wanna shoot shit
They got a 100 grams, lil niggas think they got a brick (got a brick)
They got a couple 3-80’s they think they four-fifths (little ass guns)
They think they getting money, they all on one strip (haha)
It’s ten of y’all armed in the same lobby
They shot up the car then they think they caught a body (Y’all killin cars?)
Y’all lil niggas got a lot to learn
My heart cold but them hollow tips I got for ya burn (Oh!)
Damn!
I aint get a phone call from certain niggas, tell em I’m alive ( ??)
I’m good, don’t worry I don’t need y’all to ride (I’m good toller Typ)
You scared niggas Ima handle them niggas who did this
Ima kill they whole hood by the time I’m finished (Kill they whole hood)
**** O-Dog toller Typ, I’m a real life menace (O-Dog!)
You heard Duke got killed I’m probly the one who did it (I DID THAT SHIT)
I’m young, black and just done give a ****
I aint surprised that niggas tried to hit me up (Ohhh)
I got a story to tell with a bullet in my head
Police mad like “how the **** this toller Typ aint dead” (I’m bulletproof)
I told Chris Lighty I don’t need no mother****ing vest (I don’t)
Niggas aimin for my head, they aint aimin for my chest (hahaha)
But Chris I take one of them bulletproof whips
I’m the bullet bullet man, bullets can’t kill me bitch (THEY CAN’T)
I gotta have that hammer on me, for real (OH!)
I make movies when I bang, Benny Booms had the camera on me
Yeah, I aint dead toller Typ!
Brooklyn!
Oh!
I aint dead toller Typ!
They shootin with they eyes closed while they looking back (Bang)
I’m over here niggas what the **** y’all shooting at? (**** y’all lookin at?)
They shootin with they eyes closed while they looking back
I’m over here niggas what the **** y’all shooting at?
Niggas is so pathethic
Some lame ass niggas I got beef with tryin to take credit (You Aint do Shit!)
Like “I did it son, I did it son (ohh)
I shot murder but I aint kill him son” (HAHA)
Some lame ass niggas I got beef with tryin to take credit (YOU AINT DO NUTHIN)
Like “I did it son, I did it son (what?)
I shot murder but I aint kill him son” (OH)
I aint dead toller Typ! HAHA
Yeah!
I aint dead toller Typ!
Roc-A-Fella! GMG!
Come on man!
Awww! These niggas desperate man! Wasn’t this toller Typ just on Youtube? Getting beat up? Running on his right-hand man? Now he tryin to act like he put work in?
Awww Shit!
Ey yo, O, come **** with some real niggas man! That toller Typ aint gon never get a record deal again man!
Koch don’t even want that toller Typ! BROOKLYN!