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DJ QUIK lyrics : "Murda 1 Case"

(feat. KK, Pharoahe Monch)

[patois chatta that can't be made out for 10 seconds]


Watch it! WAR-NING!
Aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo!


[more chatta talk]


[KK]
I had to figure out a way to touch 'em
Expose the money and hoes had to rush 'em

Six by nine Pioneers up in my Cutlass
So I can bump N.W.A., and my tape - $#&@ it!
Gots to work to add to my little paper

Need a boost, so I gots to pull me some capers
Circulate the dollar pull a broad I ain't the type to drape her
She roll and she real - if not, I got to shake her

Or turn her mind to the next page (face)
Face fears $#&@, drama let's get paid (paid)
Business first, then we'll crack a spot so we can play

In the cut somewhere with some drink out the way
Now KK is the name, no actin just mackin
Without runnin some game, together we can stack it

Y'all ^!$$%z $#&@in with the original raspy
Haters talk %#@! and they split;
not knowin that they rolled right past me


[chatta Chorus]


[DJ Quik]
I ain't nervous - I'm lookin for plot for a debt that's overdue
Hangin out the window of the rental, we dumpin over you

We do walk-bys, skip-bys, bicycle-bys
Waterhose-douse-bys, bush-in-front-ya-house-bys (yes)
Bein a rider is more than sound effects

With wires wrapped 'round ya neck, you know the sound that's next!
{*gagging*} With a twist snap you fall
We duct-tapin your wrists, ankles, laps and all

We love that 'Goodfellas', 'Scarface', all that mafia stuff
But a few volumes of 'Faces of Death' get you coppin it tough
Look at the autopsy, where fly-swatters got mashed for miles

Writin checks that they insides couldn't cash! (ewww)
Like raw steak, them vital organs they soft
Pharoahe Monch and K, like chrome they popped off

Chunky to wicked, and me yeah Quik did it
The murder, the mayhem, like 40 we Sic'Wid'It!


[chatta Chorus]

[Pharoahe Monch]

What the $#&@ do we have here?
Pharoahe Monch, let's make one thing clear
Forget the tiger, I admire the eye of the bull

Spit it for the critics and the undesirables
Quik beats bang like street gangs in inner city
I Bang- like -ladesh, plus bang like %#@! ain't %#@!ty

%#@!ty, sell fake Gucci bags on eBay
So advanced when I rhyme that you need time de-lay
These three and up company like Jack Tripper

To get in Depp like Johnny but not Jack the Ripper
Tripped ya, the slumpture slasher
will rupture yout whole team and abduct your church pastor

You know you gotta get it from the incredible mastermind
with disastrous raps hard to find or follow
The motto - DJ Quik %#@!

hit mo' frequently than quick-pick lotto

[chatta Chorus]

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