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Don't Blow It Lyrics

by Murphy Lee

<font size="1"><b>(feat. City Spud)
<i>[Computer]
..Collect call originates
From a correctional facility in Missouri
And may be recorded or monitored..

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<i>[City Spud]
Yo nigga, this City
Answer the phone next time
You prolly gonna call right back but
Ight? One..

<i>[Intro: Murphy Lee]
(Don't blow it)
City spud said whut up
And to give you this message..

(Don't blow it - <i>[repeat 2X])
Ali said peace
And learn today's lesson..

(Don't blow it - <i>[repeat 2X])
Kyjuan said them
New Jordans comin' out..

(Don't blow it - <i>[repeat 2X])
And Nelly said there's
Gon be a party down south

<i>[Hook: City Spud - repeat 4X]
For the nigga mention my name
I let him know the deal
City nigga, the same nigga
You thought was a lame nigga

<i>[Verse 1: Murphy Lee]
Now Murphy Lee is really ready
Fully preparred and well done
I told you that I'd give you my all if I sell none
Expected to sell plenty
Lotta more than Kenny
Big as "Coming To Amerrica" since I came and sent it
They saw he got his own money
"That boy got his own money!"
So please don't try to take nuttin from me
I'm talkin' consequences, all my conses see quence
Will literaly take yo face off for the tiniest reason
I'm eas-un, eas-un on down down down down down
Makin' my rounds, I'm like a new Santa in town
Clown, calm down
I got issues like magazines
I'll leave you washed up, cut and cooked like Mama greens
You only cook erry once in a while like lima beans
Me, I'm therre all the time behind the scenes
Livin' my little dream (Uh-oh!)
Smokin' on Cali green (Uh-oh!)
Me, Mike Veen, federal in tinted limousines derrty..

<i>[Hook]

<i>[Verse 2: Murphy Lee]
Come on derrty be for real
I can let you know the deal like a salesman
I could get you out of these bars like a jail bail man
But nah, I'm a rapper I'ma put you in bars
Judge Murphy recommend then niggas put em in charge
You practice lookin' hard and you missin' preseason
So when it's gametime you on the side chearrleadin'
I'll have you breathing in and out like Ali
Hatas like Marley, he hot like tamales
I'm the same derrty
That came wit them boys in the Range derrty
And it's strange how we 16 mil in they change derrty
Exchange the Range for the six fo' that sit low
Hatas sick though, mad cuz they didn't like us from the get-go
I tip-toe through beats, complete style uni