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{"id":272050,"created_at":"2022-08-27 21:57:05","updated_at":"2024-05-03 13:46:16","deleted_at":null,"published_at":"2022-08-27 21:57:05","original_id":null,"artist_id":23090,"title":"Murder Case (Unmixed & Unmastered). BEAT BY.N Kay","slug":"murder-case-unmixed-unmastered-beat-byn-kay","status":"published","description":null,"album_id":null,"streets":1,"source_type":"s3","source":"file","lyrics":"I'm bout to smoke a nigga like I'm smokin' kush \r\nHeard the singing kinda rapper needs a fucken a body bag \r\nI'm bout to serve him in a coffin\r\nCan you niggas write your prayers \r\n\r\nI'm bout to turn this nigga into a fucken mince meater\r\nPut' him in a jar, then I serve him to his niggas \r\nCause this nigga's fucken drooping but ain't fucken even touring \r\nOut there busy talking but ain't even fucken moving. \r\n\r\nLook me and look at him \r\nHis got 4 tapes, stuck in the same place \r\nI got 7 songs and I'm moving like a jet \r\nNight embassy posted me on the gram \r\n\r\nI'm in the city and I'm flying like I'm Peter pan \r\nHis back in the hood, smokin' in the back yard \r\nTrynna figure out,how to move with his life \r\nI got pass that, now I'm chasing what I want \r\n\r\ngot a Lotta rich kids asking when I'm fucken droppin'\r\nCause they see me like I'm Jesus everytime I'm on the mic\r\nEven wanna see me rap everytime I'm on site\r\nYou can fucken check it out, I ain't makin' shit up \r\n\r\neven taught his little niggas how to fucken write raps,\r\nI'm talkin' bout that little midget and\u00a0 that white skinned nigga \r\nTake it back is a hit,\u00a0 cause I made it a hit \r\nIf I wasn't even there man you wouldn't exist. \r\n\r\nHere's a fact, ya'll are wack\r\nYa'll are fucken copy cats \r\nYa'll live like rats, keep on bitting each other for the fucken same bread\r\nWhile I'm\u00a0 getting big shows, without even a tape \r\nYa'll gon' need an escape \r\nWhen I fucken a drop a tape\r\nMaybe loose a couple weight \r\nWhile I'm Paving my ways\u00a0 \r\nLiving in a new phase\r\nMoving in the fast lane \r\n\r\nDidn't wanna be a topic for another murder case \r\nBut this niggas had it coming \r\nLike they fishes in the sea, ya'll are fucken with Eagle\r\nI ain't\u00a0 got no limits, could've taken Big Zulu if he came at me\r\nBut he doesn't know me, I'm like 007\r\nHe's gon' \"Die Another Day\",\r\nCause I got 3 heads in the fucken body bag\r\nDirty fake ass rappers, who ain't got respect \r\n\r\nI can take on any nigga, at any day at anytime (x8)","download_count":111,"play_count":38,"restrict_download":0,"generated_thumbnail":null,"flag_count":0,"download_count_24":1,"download_count_24_at":"2024-05-03","reupload_sent":0,"thumb_path":"https:\/\/s3.eu-central-1.amazonaws.com\/sol-assets\/uploads\/public\/630\/a76\/c91\/thumb_874167_300_300_0_0_crop.jpg","status_reason":"published","status_reason_alt":null,"tags":[]}

Song Lyrics:

I'm bout to smoke a nigga like I'm smokin' kush Heard the singing kinda rapper needs a fucken a body bag I'm bout to serve him in a coffin Can you niggas write your prayers I'm bout to turn this nigga into a fucken mince meater Put' him in a jar, then I serve him to his niggas Cause this nigga's fucken drooping but ain't fucken even touring Out there busy talking but ain't even fucken moving. Look me and look at him His got 4 tapes, stuck in the same place I got 7 songs and I'm moving like a jet Night embassy posted me on the gram I'm in the city and I'm flying like I'm Peter pan His back in the hood, smokin' in the back yard Trynna figure out,how to move with his life I got pass that, now I'm chasing what I want got a Lotta rich kids asking when I'm fucken droppin' Cause they see me like I'm Jesus everytime I'm on the mic Even wanna see me rap everytime I'm on site You can fucken check it out, I ain't makin' shit up even taught his little niggas how to fucken write raps, I'm talkin' bout that little midget and  that white skinned nigga Take it back is a hit,  cause I made it a hit If I wasn't even there man you wouldn't exist. Here's a fact, ya'll are wack Ya'll are fucken copy cats Ya'll live like rats, keep on bitting each other for the fucken same bread While I'm  getting big shows, without even a tape Ya'll gon' need an escape When I fucken a drop a tape Maybe loose a couple weight While I'm Paving my ways  Living in a new phase Moving in the fast lane Didn't wanna be a topic for another murder case But this niggas had it coming Like they fishes in the sea, ya'll are fucken with Eagle I ain't  got no limits, could've taken Big Zulu if he came at me But he doesn't know me, I'm like 007 He's gon' "Die Another Day", Cause I got 3 heads in the fucken body bag Dirty fake ass rappers, who ain't got respect I can take on any nigga, at any day at anytime (x8)

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