UNCLE MURDA - Got You Open lyrics

rate me

Uh,I love it!

You know controversy excites the public

You know anybody won’t take side of that

With all your bumps I would be bankrupt

The new generation,still got a lot to learn

You all got to take your seats

I still haven’t got to my turn

Got a pretty Portorican on my knees

I grew up in the city

She says she got no weed

She says she got a midnight

I convinced her to do it

She don’t mind

I know she’s in for me and she’s feeling my music

She say he bump my shit all day everyday

Like Murda supposed to be that nigga

Man I'm so mad at Jay

I thought you was on when he signed that

Murda like a skinny Biggie smiles when he rhymes son

…and that’s the kind of cops I grew up around

Locked up forth,tried to …down

I’m feeling like I hit the Lotto

I serve white people

I’m forced to be a slave

Don’t tell me I’m even

Go front ,you know I got you open

When I roll this,hold it close

Without smoking it

New York’s first

You know it’s gonna be here

Don’t be mad at your first record

Don’t be mad at your DJ’s dog

Don’t make a movie

Go front,you know I got you open

When I roll this,hold it close

Without smoking it

Got my work from L.A

And I know how to send it back

You ate a sample

You know I got you open

When I roll this,hold it close

Without to smoke it

Chaising rappers

Brooklyn,New York City

I talk,they’re talkin’

They walk,I’m walkin’ with it