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Adam The Shinobi - Mo Murda Mo Money Lyrics

[Intro]
Adam the Shinobi

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[Verse 1]
I'ma fuck the world 'till that motherfucka creaming
[?] with the fucking sleep demon
Hearing signs but I'm paying no mind
It's the BOWM if you feeling no sites
Let me see your fucking back at the market that I'll be stacking
The places that you be lacking
I flip everything to shackle now
I know moma that I ain't the same
But your baby's still fucked up inside the brain

[Verse 2]
Uh, mo' murder, mo' money and it's on the line
Said he pimpin' hoes and tricks are packing all the dimes
Demons always talking up inside my hair
Blood is on my hands and my [?]
Swinging and banging, that's all I be fucking thinking
I've got a fist full of money becus' it give to be famous
I've got the lock on
Got a sock on
Plot up a stand
Let me pick your pockets all lone
[Hook]
See my throat, spread it to my brain
Tryna made [?] it ain't the same, ya
[?] with the Glock and bag
Buy a box in the grave, it's a way to say, ya
See my throat, spread it to my brain
Tryna made [?] it ain't the same, ya
[?] with the Glock and bag
Buy a box in the grave, it's a way to say, ya

[Verse 3]
[?] pimping never tripping now so stay at my toes
I've got a lot going on but they just have a ghost
Crib and thieves [?] plotin' a lick
Ridin' heavy in a sack, you know [?] the mix
[?]
I'm better go grab a Glock and-a pop and-a drop til blood is dripping
It's a one-two step, how you look at your death
You better go get or it's off with your head
So hit a wall, you know what and how it is when I'm nothing
It's [?]
I better get the four da five and put it to your dome
And then [?]

Murder cold rhymes with that [?]
Murder cold rhymes with that [?]
You can never know what ate me dead or live
You can never know what ate me dead or live
[Hook]
Tryna made [?] it ain't the same, ya
[?] with the Glock and bag
Buy a box in the grave, it's a way to say, ya
See my throat, spread it to my brain
Tryna made [?] it ain't the same, ya
[?] with the Glock and bag
Buy a box in the grave, it's a way to say, ya

[Verse 4]
Sup fool, what you gonna do?
Come on [?] assemble the crew (Yeah)
Call you back, got to pick up a loan
Haven't got the debt? [?] on with the dome (Beat me)
Bitch you know I've got things to move
We been on the low, gotta [?]
Taken back, you [?]
Blow my brains out, I've been wishing you do (Bitch)
[?] little bitches and snitches
[?]
The minute you ascended, I play you like a trick
[?]

[Hook]
See my throat, spread it to my brain
Tryna made [?] it ain't the same, ya
[?] with the Glock and bag
Buy a box in the grave, it's a way to say, ya
See my throat, spread it to my brain
Tryna made [?] it ain't the same, ya
[?] with the Glock and bag
Buy a box in the grave, it's a way to say, ya