Murco

[Verse 1: Jack Da Union] NFL; That’s niggas for life, and that’s that So you niggas need to bring my quarter back Or you'll end up running back, especially when we're gunning black If I don't know whether you're bringing all of my money back And niggas never listen, don't know why I told them niggas I was coming, they said pigs might fly That’s a terrible predicament, now what am I to do But turn up at your house and tell ya swine flu Bring a couple of hungry niggas, so they might dine too The moral of the story is niggas we will find you And then bind you, let me remind you To loose all hope, when secured by the rope You see Hannah Montana may pop it and lock it But I do it backwards, plus I infa red dot it If we're coming to your house, then its plotted And the knives and the guns get allotted, like [Verse 2: Yul Brenna] Look... There are no rules when it comes to a feud on road No ref can disqualify me when I attack you with the hover pole If you turn up to a knife fight, and I do hope that you do know You'll have more metal in you than my police man voodoo doll You come like that on a chess board, you're bound to loose see I'm two feet ahead of any move made by you see Your plan will back fire if you try to move me Your plans a cheap strap, you could have come with an Uzi Roll on those, who try to step out of line Stay on guard, it might be you that gets taken out tonight You keep looking over your shoulder; you're a para-guy A George Michael type, in jail when its shower time Your fucked if you let your man walk because If I'm your man, bruck my leg, until I can't walk it off If that was me and my gang, I wouldn't let you call it off When you dance with the devil, you wait for the song to stop, Pussy [Verse 3: Marga] Redkoated, so I'm coated in red Niagara flows got me flowing over the edge Even when I'm around Rasta man, fam no one is dred It's not an issue, I'll miss you and dismiss you, then we'll miss you like a hole in the head Sleep on niggas, like I'm going to bed Eat on niggas like I roasted the veg You don't want a war, you don't want a war Find yourself close to the reds Catch you slippin’ like the soap in the pen Our attack plan is banging daily, no defence cos this Redkoat ting, got me Redkoated And the Redkoatz, red carded Makélélé, Flows, crack addict baby Have you foaming from the mouth, spazzing out, now you're acting all crazy Want to clap me, its gravy; We'll beef on your stew Run up on you niggas, and we'll eat and we'll chew Yeah, we'll eat on your food Rep what you sow, so your reaping is due Niggas better know...