Uncle Murda - Hustlers Ambition video free download

Uncle Murda rips the beat DOWN.

Murda Capitol 2007 COP THAT.

Lyrics:

Ahh man, Im high as a kike.

Hand on my 45 like who going to die tonight?

I know niggas wanna to kill, but who gon ride tonight?

Headshots for the tuff guy that try tonight, aight.

Its going to be a lot of slow singing

Flower bringing, when my 45 start hitting

Bullets fly threw your window, hitting yours moms in the kitchen

Now you over there crying and bitching

Homie I dont give a fuck, my moms aint living

Dont ask how I feel, I aint got no feelings

I can rap, I got crack, Im trying to make me million

I got fiends fiend-up, their lined-up the building

A range rover over mixed tips, cuts your chilling

he say we rolled with your murk, just keep on spittin

Slow down with the streets, I dont want you in prison

You the realest rapper i've met, I got admin it.

Cut once we blast-off, you know the games is finnished

They MC's not gangstas, they all pretending

Shit I read you about news-papers, my crew did it

Suspects fled to scene, killed two victims

Sorry for the victims, we all going to miss them

My crew started laughing, they know Im bullshitting

*good writtings* *aah*

GMG see how I kick it?

Tell popo fuck off, if they happen to listen

Chorus:

Homie, they say im so gangsta

When it comes to the street shit, Im no stranger

45 for that glock, I stay with that banger

When the east is on the house, oh my god, danger.

Playboy they say im so gangsta

When it comes to the street shit, Im no stranger

45 for that glock, I stay with that banger

When the east is on the house, oh my god, danger.

Thise rap kids are soft, tell them I said it

You see they beefed couple more years and then they dedit[?]

They dissrespect each other, rapping tuff.

and when they bumb each other, they be dapping it up.

ya think niggas on the streets give chumbs respect?

word is the rap game new W-W-F

please dont mention thise lanes on and my name in same sentence

cos this thug life shit that I spit, I really live it

Shootouts, took crack blocks, I really did it

Killed mo'fuckas, make sure there is no whitnesses

Drop bodies on the corner, left the men dead stinking

this shit just happen, im said just thinking

THIS FOR YOU NEW RAP UP-COMING ARTIST

I DONT FEEL NON OF YA DUDES, YA ALL GARBAGE

All of yall niggas are soft, trying to be the hardest

Ya are trying too mo'fucking hard, thats the problem

Its natural to me son

You see I rap how I rap Cos

Ima streight G son

Niggas know me son

And I aint just local, my name rings bell in OT son

And Im quick to say fuck a OG son

Yall understand by reading history, son

GMG, this aint no made-up shit

come try me, your ass will get spraid up quick

[Chorus]

Uncle Murda talking:

Ye what up homie? Say hello to the bad guy, you heard?

GMG east new york brooklyn, true stories.