UNCLE MURDA

UNCLE MURDA - Candy Yams lyrics

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feat. Maino Young Super Boii

[Hook]

This is bananas, I’m goin ham

This niggas is sweet, candy yams

Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like

Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight

This is bananas, I’m goin ham

This niggas is sweet, candy yams

Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like

Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight

I’m in the hood where they all doing k yo

Who really run brooklyn, uncle murda or maino

Certain people don’t wanna hear nothing

Like fuck all them niggas, pigs still runnin

I go extra hard whenever the beat’s on

I sound like nas when he had the fatigues on

Me and nypd don’t get along

I’m on the radio, they kids is singing my songs

I don’t care if she a model, a stripper or an actress

I’m tryina get it poppin with on my mattress

I’ve been back in the still out

I was 15 in the tellie before flexin tuck chill out

You can learn something from me

I can teach you how to man up, not how to dougie

See everybody lives but not everybody dies

Look at michael jackson, biggie and pac, we still keep em alive

[Hook]

This is bananas, I’m goin ham

This niggas is sweet, candy yams

Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like

Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight

This is bananas, I’m goin ham

This niggas is sweet, candy yams

Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like

Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight

I’m in the hood where they all doing k yo

Who really run brooklyn, uncle murda, fab or café?

Certain people don’t wanna hear nothing

Like fuck all them niggas, pigs still runnin

I’m mason he was dancing with diddy

All eyes on me now I’m runnin the city

These rappers had they chance but they ain’t get busy

Tell the east coast, we back, we found the new biggie

Chris lighty don’t dance but that’s my diddy

He say he gonn mark at me like the old 50

This sound like a dre beat for my lil man did it

This shit not make your ...do the gwap

I smoked one these lil rappers don’t play with me

I’m feelin like dmx, I need jen to pray for me

Look, these rappers can’t see me maine

I’m the new version of krs one mc shane

[Hook]

This is bananas, I’m goin ham

This niggas is sweet, candy yams

Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like

Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight

This is bananas, I’m goin ham

This niggas is sweet, candy yams

Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like

Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight

I’m in the hood, where they all doin k yo

Who the realest nigga in the game, uncle murda or maino

Rap niggas still tryina be where they ain’t go

Fuck with me, I smack the tube socks off his ankles

The realest nigga in it, in a minute, shoots out in broad day

Me and murda gonn finish

No matter how I move, they gonn still say I’m troublesome

Rappers just soft, chew em up, bubble gum

Like cookies in a bag, crumble them

The last time I got mad, they saw the devil come

Black benz, white porsche, I been wailin lately

I be rollin so hard making mama hate me

One drama lately, but niggas petrified

Scared to death, hold they breath while I’m comin by

Niggas french fry, food off 1 dollar menu

They ain’t about that life, we’ve been tryina tell you!

[Hook]

This is bananas, I’m goin ham

This niggas is sweet, candy yams

Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like

Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight

This is bananas, I’m goin ham

This niggas is sweet, candy yams

Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like

Man they ain’t bustin a grape in the food fight.

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