EMC - Charly Murphie lyrics
rate meStomping through the hood with my chucks on
I knock on every door, who the fuck’s home?
I'm trying to find some trouble I can dabble in
I've been travelling, pockets getting fat again
Apparently you niggas don’t really get it
Flossing with your bitch, thinking I won't really hit it
Yeah, she on my line like fish bait, you got a problem
Wait dog, let’s get this shit straight, Stricklin
Yeah, better than these rap-dummies
Watch your tune, got goons to hold a strap for me
A bunch of wild niggas from the mid-weezy
Swerving up the block, chopped listening to Jeezy
And money ain't a thing, on some Jigga shit
This beat’s right up my alley, it’s mad niggerish
I tend to get a lil’ gully when I spit the joint
And don't owe a niggas legs till he get the point
The eMC boys in the booth again
We back in the building, yeah, we moving in
And we ain't leaving till the game love us
Punch, Word, Strick, Ace, yeah, the same brothers
Guess who's back for the spell again
Bringing that hell again
What they yelling is
EMC
What they spelling is
EMC
Charly Murphie
More real shit than a lil’ bit
Any killing it
Everybody feeling it
EMC
And then feeling it
EMC
Charly Murphie
Yeah, another university is cursing me
‘Cause I took ‘em off school like a nursery
I know you hate it, but they rated us a full ten
Now we waiting on the call like a bullpen
They want us all back like nose pills
‘Cause they know we do numbers like phone bills
You lil’ rap dudes remain in the right lane
While your girl on the pole like a bike chain
I’m running through your team like Nitrain
Like a right footers put us in the right frame
Y’all really wanna get into a place where you learn what the five fingers said to the face
Smack
Google us, who but us? We the best to choose
Get beat to death, picked up by EMS
Removed, on TV, BBC CNN The News
Making moves, keep track, got GPS confused
And we hungry, and we steady peeking at your food
Stomach hurting,like you got PMS and moods
Wit even less to lose, ain't sleep slept or snoozed
The league never left, then readjust the rules
We back
Guess who's back for the spell again
Bringing that hell again
What they yelling is
EMC
What they spelling is
EMC
Charly Murphie
More real shit than a lil’ bit
Any killing it
Everybody feeling it
EMC
And then feeling it
EMC
Charly Murphie
You boys messing with a tyrant
Eyes on the paper, I'm the money green giant
Y'all play the rules of the game, we defy ‘em
Start riots, fight hard to peak highest
My crew ain't nothing to play, so don’t try us
Hustlers, we sell dreams, we don’t buy it
Block us from getting this money, we get the fire
Schooled y’all about this math, y’all know the science
For years I been on this path with no guidance
Linked up with eMC, my new alliance
My crew the flyest, take over my new assignment
Leader of the pack, who’s next to be a client?
Don’t mix with the haters too well, I stay private
Nothing nice to say, hater, then stay silent
Blood, sweat and tears, guts and the glory
This is eMC's true Hollywood story
Guess who's back for the spell again
Bringing that hell again
What they yelling is
EMC
What they spelling is
EMC
Charly Murphie
More real shit than a lil’ bit
Any killing it
Everybody feeling it
EMC
And then feeling it
EMC
Charly Murphie
