He's Keith Murray

Keith Murray lyrics

Keith Murray lyrics

"On Smash Lyrics"

Push Me Pull Me Lyrics
What's the matter you, HEY!! Don't know which way to turn Caught in two minds, what shall we do Why don't you push me, and ill pull you La la la la la la What's the matter you, HEY!! Can't look me in the eye Chasing your tail Your tear us apart I won't let you down we share a heart Easy peasy lemon, Squeezy cheesy peas Since


f/ Busta Rhymes, Kell Vicious



(Busta Rhymes)

Yeah, what's up

Busta Rhymes, Keith Murray in this bitch

A busa bus, yeah

Flip Mode meets da Def Squad together once again

2003 muthafuckas, yeah all runin through you

Welcome home Keith Murray (ah thank you baby)

Streets mission nigga, lets give it to em, check it aw yeah



[VERSE 1]

Its Flip mode we be all over da place

Quick to lay niggaz down and lawnmower they face

Fuck your bitch before she go to her wedding

Fuck around and beat you're ass with two sticks just like the number 11

And yo I fuck with your current and I fuck with your spouse

And fuck y'all niggaz up for talkin shit in your own house

We see y'all niggaz bounce and say one

You even got no kind a line a credit in da hood that you from

I keep my doe stacked for them niggaz

Spot faggot
Long Tall Texan Lyrics
Well I'm a long tall texan I ride a big white horse. (He rides through Texas on big, white horse) Well I'm a long tall texan I ride a big white horse. (He rides through Texas on big, white horse) Well people look at me and they say, Ooo-wah, oo-wah, is that your horse? Well I'm a long tall texan I wear a ten-gallon hat. (He rides through Texas wearin a ten-gallon hat) Well I'm a long tall texan I wear a ten-gallon hat. (He rides throug
s everywhere like I keep a low jack on them niggaz

Pretty bitches sprinkle on they chanel

After we fuck em all in da club frontin like they pussy don't smell

Then they call me mister nice guy like Daved Chappelle

How we just be pounding da pussy and makin it swell

Fuck that flip mode never fail how we successfully banish bitch

Niggaz till we see em in hell



[CHORUS 2X] (Kell Vicious)

Now, guess who's comin through the streets

With heat and fire that make the people

Say that them niggaz got it on smash

You know them niggaz got it on smash

You know them niggaz got it on smash



[VERSE 2](Keith Murray)

Yo it's Def Squad we be all over the place

Hog tie, split your back fold you in a suit case

Yeah it's the Mr. Keith Murray Mr. Beef Curray

Don't worry come thru and crush your burberry hat like blueberry's

And all those wai
Langsamma Haender Lyrics
Samma l?ngsamma, l?ngsamma h?nder som trevar p? dig Samma pl?gsamma, pl?gsamma tvivel som gnager i mig Och samma v?ldsamma, v?ldsamma k?nslor jag k?nner f?r dig Och samma stillsamma, stillsamma hopp som du s?ger till mig Och det g?r tusen av mig p? en dig och jag ?r som jag ?r Ja, det finns inte tusen av mig men du ?r som du ?r och d? ?r det s?. Samma vilsamma, vilsamma visor du sjunger f?r mig Samma tr?ttsamma, tr?ttsamma
ting the waiting is over y'all

If I don't come wit some sick shit I ain't coming at all

But listen you my brother and I love but you pitiful

And getting in you're ass is so therapeutical

And just think these hoes be trying to prink

When they know teiy look just as stink as hellery swink

And cheating rappers make me madder than M&M

The night he saw kim kissing that Arabian, I ain't go forth

Pistol whip you, catch a case, get probation violate

For smoking more trees than Dionne Warwick

The way I be shittin'on the mic I gotta laugh

And use a whole roll of tissue to wipe m stanking ass



[CHORUS 2X]



[VERSE 3] (Keith Murray)

Ah yo first of all my rap style is not compatible

When white boys come around they be like yo Kell your shit is radical

My hang 10 surfs up I left them clueless

Not that many MC's out there can do this
Minutes to Midnight Lyrics
Everybody say God is a good man Ah, clock on the world Driving a dump truck up to the sun A sigh in the human heart I look at the clock on the wall It says three minutes to midnight Faith is blind when we're so near Phar Lap floating in a jar Seas full of submarines, A.W.A.C.'s like flies Truth gets harder to define Talking in tongues But the dancer's hand grips the rail And fingers will blister on the 88's Hope drains out the side of
/> This the same old G Darrly mack da ol e

And I don't need your back da Gat can hold me

Ain't state I ain't been without the mac 10

Kell Vics muthafuckin' yeah I'm back again

Now everytime I grab the microphone I set the shit on fire

Cause yo I ain't no joke I'm sharp like barb wire

Machine gun kelly so don't get jelly

Cause bitch you (can put it in your mouth) like Akinyele

You he's fakin da funk take thes nigga home he drunk

Before he wined up in my trunk

I gotta left that will fracture your chest and crack ribs

L.O.D. mutherfucker we gonna see you again



[CHORUS 4X]



Yeah, Def Squad, Flipmode, L.O.D., P.T.P

You know we got it on smash

Street niggaz, got the streets on smash

All ya fake ass up there front, we'll come through

Y'all know what to do

Don't worry, Murray vision ain't blurry

Ayo E