Fat Joe Murder Rap Feat Armageddon Lyrics

Murder Rap Feat Armageddon Lyrics

Fat Joe] 

 Uh-oh, uh-oh.. 

 Let's get it over with. 

 Yo sound boy turn the levels up 

 Let's get it over with, UH! 

 Terror Squad up in this motherfucker 

 Where my real niggaz at? 

 My Bronx niggaz, my (?) niggaz 

 I see you Lil' Hat! Uh, Ahaha! 

 It's time to take it to these niggaz right here 

 Yeah.. yo.. yo.. 

  

 Who wanna spaz out? Crunchtime, blow ya abs out 

 Leave you in the fetal position, witcha ass out 

 Ready to mash out any crew actin like 

 they the true facts of life, frontin through the camera lights 

 Despite, we hold it down regardless 

 I got Def Jam suckin me like, "I wish you was my artist" 

 For starters, who's the largest cat? 

 Get a hundred grand from my most garbage rap 

 Now how hard is that? Everything we spit be hot 

 Whether it's live on Flex or in front of the chicken spot 

 Grimed out, we really live whatchu rhyme 'bout 

 See me posted up in the Tunnel, with my shines out 

 Ice cold like Alaska when I pass ya 

 Got girls shakin, losin they breath, as if they catchin asthma 

 Headed to the bar to pop some bottles 

 Now we in the car headed home to rock some models 

 All I hear in the background is Gucci and Prada 

 But I'm tryna gas these bitches to screw me for nada 

 We the best that done it, confess you fronted 

 Anybody wanna test how much straps, you want it? 

  

 [Hook - Fat Joe] 

 Aiyyo the gangsta's back 

 Stop it right where you at 

 Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap 

 Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that 

 Gotchu feelin it hard like Joe the God's really bringin it back! 

  

 [Fat Joe] 

 I'm from my days and legends, since age eleven 

 I was the cause of dope fiends catchin AIDS infections 

 Most of us are dead, but the rest is locked 

 Runnin in the rec room and check me out on the box 

 A CEO could get optioned tryna change the channel 

 It's like tryna take the flesh outta the mouth of hungry cannibals 

 Joe the God, the flow is hard 

 Known for packin two dozen birds like Noah's Ark 

 I'm the realest of 'em, make you feel the pressure 

 Catch you at a club, smack you up, steal ya leather 

 You niggaz soften me, beat you out of the mix 

 Tough talk, tough walk, but you cry like a bitch 

 I see you downin the Cris', I'm not hatin, I'm just aggrevated 

 I ask myself every day, how these faggots made it? 

 Fuck around with the Don and get decapitated 

 I'm sick of hearin 'em (?) for all the cats that made it 

  

 [Hook - Fat Joe] 

  

 [Hook 2 - Armageddon] 

 Aiyyo the kid is back 

 Leave it right where you at 

 Let a real nigga hold that, you probably won't clap 

 Tell them thug niggaz, move it on back 

 I'm feelin tight and I'm hot 

 Ready to pop the crack right through your back 

  

 [Armageddon] 

 That's how Kenny rocks, I'm more advanced than how your learnin 

 I'm like the force of space balance and planets while they churnin 

 Poppin rosary beads, piss on ya candle while it's burnin 

 Rush ya widows crib and pop ya... bodies... 

 Now I know you can feel the heat I generate 

 Imagine when I penetrate ya stomach, and make ya body's center bake 

 We can argue for days, whether it's faster to drop five shots 

 in ya astronaut before you cloud the stash box 

 Splash ya brains on ya birds' laps 

 Swerve you on the curb, crash the Range, and push the front skirt back 

 And murk after that, blurtin curse words 

 Yo I popped that nigga's son one before we catch the first 

 I'ma kill any murderer, leave a nigga burpin up 

 Blood, chokin on chunks of his lung interior 

 Every verse that I spit's a personal riff 

 I meet a ill key frontin, I'm a murder you shit 

 Niggaz play me while distrubin the Bricks 

 I'm like the feelin of the first time they ever held a bird in they grip 

 Motivator thug, scrape 'em, shoot the bolts in his butt 





 Energizin 'em up, make 'em wanna open 'em up 

 Actin like I can't happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple 

 Death to rappin, I don't wanna battle 

 I'd rather rush your studio session and shatter the booth 

 Clap at ya face, give the mic feedback the goof 

  

 [Hook] 

 [Hook 2