Styles P - Poppin Bottles Ft. Uncle Murda Lyrics

Styles P - Poppin Bottles Ft. Uncle Murda Lyrics:

[Intro]
Yea, pop that bottle my nigga
Yo pass that dust my nigga
Fuck that, let’s light this shit up
Put your ice on my nigga you look good
Watch out for them stick up kids though
Shit’s going down, ya dig?

[Hook]
Popping the bottles, sight full of dogs (puff puff pass)
The club look dark like nigga
Pull out the ice bright nigga
But watch for the stick up kids right in the cup
Popping the bottles, sight full of dogs
The club look dark like nigga
Pull out the ice bright nigga
But watch for the stick up kids right in the cup

[Verse 1]
Yea, ice over a thousand thou
You poppin’ bottles and blowin’ loud
You throwin’ it up, you summer style
LV everything, brand new age up
Low a homie sure it came with the safe belt
Cuz the jap boys, ‘bout to make this ice melt
Pretty pictures all over you
When you leave the club, shit is all over for you
They be stashed between the Benz and the Rover for you
They ain’t even get that drunk, they stay sober for you
See that bitch he was dancing’ with?
Gassed you up on some you was looking handsome shit
And now they got you on some real and some shit
You gon die if you don’t motherfuckin’ answer shit
A pretty bitch with the jack boy girlfriend
I see money and bitches that make your world end

[Hook]
Popping the bottles, sight full of dogs (puff puff pass)
The club look dark like nigga
Pull out the ice bright nigga
But watch for the stick up kids right in the cup
Popping the bottles, sight full of dogs
The club look dark like nigga
Pull out the ice bright nigga
But watch for the stick up kids right in the cup

[Verse 2]
You need to ring the bells, you get mad though
Got the cars and the bitches, niggas the clap though
You connected over the map though
Niggas in the hood know that you be getting crack though
You want that label, you boss nigga
You can put ‘em on or get ‘em off nigga
You can sell ‘em hard or sell ‘em soft nigga
The first minute you slip, you off nigga
The corpse nigga
Would about six feet deep or popping bottles in the hood spot
Coming through with a good chain, good watch
She’da wore a goodie and a Glock in the G shop
Cuz the B’s pop and the C’s pop
I’m all good , it’s the OG from D block
Watch when you party and you shine on ‘em
Stick up kids with bodies and they got 9’s on ‘em

[Hook]
Popping the bottles, sight full of dogs (puff puff pass)
The club look dark like nigga
Pull out the ice bright nigga
But watch for the stick up kids right in the cup
Popping the bottles, sight full of dogs
The club look dark like nigga
Pull out the ice bright nigga
But watch for the stick up kids right in the cup

Uncle Murda - Warning Remix Lyrics (Ft Mariah Carey, 50 Cent, & Young Jeezy)

Uncle Murda - Warning Remix Lyrics (Ft Mariah Carey, 50 Cent, & Young Jeezy):

[Mariah Carey]
This is a warning
This is a warning, it’s been a warning
Warned you the last time, warning you once again

[Verse 1 - Uncle Murda]
Me and Mariah gettin’ money, ooh we gettin’ paper
I ain’t playin’ I ain’t playin, I’ll smack the shit outta hater
I’m the streets, I’m the gutter, ooh I’m so hood
My main chick caught me cheatin’, ooh I’m Tiger Woods
Remix after remix, ooh I got a hit
In the club feelin’ myself like ooh I’m the shit
I got Brooklyn on my back, watch how I hold it down
I got Biggie up in heaven like, ooh he makin’ me proud
I run New York right now, ooh this my town
I just woke up one mornin’, like ooh I’m wearin’ the crown
Oh they shook, oh they nervous, ooh I got ‘em scared
I’m 50 when he first came out, ending rapper careers (yeah)

[Hook - Mariah Carey]
This, this is a warning (this is a warning)
Warned you one last time, Warning you once again

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
E’rything cool ‘till I blackout, ooh you gone get it
Run, your back’ll be my target ooh I’m gone hit it
Niggas see me with the strap out, ooh they start snitchin’
Fuck the wrong bitch raw, then it’s oowoh when you’re pissin’
All I do is blow paper, ooh I gotta get it
Back to back, my two Ferrari’s, ooh I just shitted
Come through bumpin’ Murda, ooh I make ‘em sick
It’s a warning, I’m tired of warning ‘em kid
I tell the homies to drop ‘em, not even the D’s could stop them
Bottles and bottles we pop ‘em
They scheme, we sit there and watch ‘em
Trust me they move, or we got ‘em
Got them Gym Stars in the chopper
My niggas pull ‘em and pop ‘em, click clack now back your ass back

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Young Jeezy]
(Lets go. Yeah. Look)
I said it’s Snow and Uncle Murda bitch (Murda bitch), call me Cousin Chopper hoe
Jizzle why they call you that?
‘Cause I let the chopper go (boom, boom, boom)
Goin’ down my shooting list, send a couple warnin’ shots (yeah)
Summers mine too bitch, I make a nigga mornin’ (lets go)
I gets money, I gets money, ooh I’m havin’ paper
Man I’m sayin fuck the plan, ooh these niggas haters (yeah)
Man they thought that I was over, I’m like ooh you niggas trippin’
I’m with Wink, Loc, and Brooklyn like, ooh these niggas crippin’ (haha)
Catch me out in Harlem like, ooh these niggas bloodin’
Man them bitches see the Roley like, whose your country cousin? (damn)
On the phone with the Game I’m like, ooh too many fakers
Keep blowin’ all this purp, they might ooh, think we the Lakers (yeah)
What’s wrong with the streets? I’m like, ooh too many snitches
All around me in the club, I’m like who? Too many bitches (yeah)
I’m just sayin, why they hatin’? I’m like ooh, they wanna be this
Snow Mizzle, Uncle Murda I’m like ooh this is the remix (what’s up)

[Hook]

Busta Rhymes - Lay Em To Rest Lyrics (Ft. Reek Da Villan, Uncle Murda & French Montana)

Busta Rhymes - Lay Em To Rest Lyrics (Ft. Reek Da Villan, Uncle Murda & French Montana):

yes, yes, y’all, yes y’all
you know you niggers fucking with the best, y’all, yes y’all
we’re coming for your motherfucking chest, y’all, chest y’all
we about to lay you niggers down to rest y’all, rest y’all,
we know you niggers fucking with the best, y’all, yes y’all
we’re coming for your motherfucking chest, y’all, chest y’all
we about to lay you niggers down to rest y’all, rest y’all,

fresh about the start … nigger named montana
all black, ray bans and the black phantom
ain’t something that you can’t understand
ain’t no realer man
i got a … not your motherfucking go off
ain’t nothing realer, plus we’re caught off
me and murda reek busta … track
call his favorite dj, tell him bring it back

this old 1990’s, before diddy had niggers is too…shiny
man this old gangster… if you’re … with a nigger you gonna step to his mother
ah, this old new york city, let’s start the beat back up i’m killing…
man this makes you wanna go to all the … the beach zone
stop nigger, i’m doing …

you know you niggers fucking with the best, y’all, yes y’all
we’re coming for your motherfucking chest, y’all, chest y’all
we about to lay you niggers down to rest y’all, rest y’all,
we know you niggers fucking with the best, y’all, yes y’all
we’re coming for your motherfucking chest, y’all, chest y’all
we about to lay you niggers down to rest y’all, rest y’all,

hey yo, i hate you fucking guts and i hope that you die
smacking any nigger talking shit about a … yeah
yeah, it’s that real rap beat … bronx shit
p90 kruger with the full extended long clip
better nigger let off …
got your loud growing in my yard, on some … shit
outside… uncle murda

iiiiii… don’t give a fuck about shit
put your guns up, click them … i got … stick them up
you can’t be wrong unless you put your drugs up
shots flash sound like the dj just turned your drums up
what’s up?
… little nigger …for you to…
i get your face …
you see lock blocks in control avenue …

you know you niggers fucking with the best, y’all, yes y’all
we’re coming for your motherfucking chest, y’all, chest y’all
we about to lay you niggers down to rest y’all, rest y’all,
we know you niggers fucking with the best, y’all, yes y’all
we’re coming for your motherfucking chest, y’all, chest y’all
we about to lay you niggers down to rest y’all, rest y’all,
yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Uncle Murda - Warning Lyrics

Uncle Murda - Warning Lyrics:

this is a warning, warning, warning!
it’s a new job!
this is a warning, warning, warning!
brooklyn!
i get money, i get money,
uhuu, i’m getting bait, but i ain’t planned,
i ain’t planned, i smack the shit out the hater.
at your door, with the false, who they’re calling me biggie,
these rappers is imposters,…
..these monkeys, uhuu they want no drama,
hey frank i’m taking the girl,
uhuu, i don’t need my …
i’m no magic, got a magician, uhuuu they fear us,
i snap my finger, abracadabra make niggers disappear.
i’m a big dog, pitbull, uhuu, a rottweiler,
they love dogs, yankees, they’re a bunch of chiwawas,
they’re be calling me jason,
uhuu i’m freddie.. biting niggers when they’re sleeping.
master with the…

this is a warning, warning, warning!
aha! yeah!
this is a warning, warning, warning!
i get money, i get money,
uhuu, i’m getting bait, but i ain’t planned,
i ain’t planned, i smack the shit out the hater.
they’d be saying, they’d be saying …
you end up and you wait, these rappers she called the…
they’d be saying… uhuu, i’mma stay…
i’m a menace to society, ask the boys in the hood.
..uhuu, i got…
..rappers with a gun, diddy you…
first tip you see a model,
uhuu, she’s from the hood, licking on my lollipop,
uhuu, she’s licking good.
they ain’t tugging they’d be fighting,
uhuu, is just a…
they’re rapping like…
uhuu that means they finish.

this is a warning, warning, warning!
aha!
this is a warning, warning, warning!
i get money, i get money,
uhuu, i’m getting bait, but i ain’t planned,
i ain’t planned, i smack the shit out the hater
they’d d be hating.. some haters,
uhuu, i got ‘em sick,
they can’t beat me, they’re the giants,
uhuu, i’m … they’re doing bad, real bad,
uhuu i know they hate me,
they can’t believe it i’m the…
yeah, i say fuck ‘em baby!
fuck!
the … and i got next to emo,
getting... by myself, uuu, they call at me rambo.
..uuu, light up a candle,
i ain’t care what i’m for,..
i’m a bow wow, uuu, they’re calling me boss,
the bodies on top of bodies…
this is a warning, warning, warning!
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
this is a warning, warning, warning!
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Tony Yayo - Tiger Blood Ft Uncle Murda & Lucky Don Lyrics & Video

Tony Yayo Feat. Uncle Murda & Lucky Don - "Tiger Blood" Official Music Video.
Tony Yayo - Tiger Blood Ft Uncle Murda & Lucky Don Lyrics:

pop it back to the .. stash box on the hill
i like four ...
is this money good green or bad ..
..michael vick when he say swimming
i’m everything you have lord please ..
...on the night .. for extinction
and i’m ... my niggas worth that
8812 break your arm try to ...
...
...military is blowing on you
is hot sunny days with the ..

.. in the hand gonna bull
for ..man..man play around to your
faithfully..to your man ..
shoot that nigga..i don’t care if his mom is with em
he told me ..make sure his mom is .. they gona be good
..should like that..my fully put niggas in their place
his blacking yellow, blacking yellow, blacking yellow
the crime.. investigated by the .. my lord get the f*ck of my face
when i’m in the ..

chorus:
... in the hand gonna make ..
...man down, man look
play around to your main down
stand up, fall faithfully you man down, man look
play around to your main down
stand up.

shoot that nigga i don’t kill on the car with em
real nigga shit, i don’t care if it’s mom’s with em
they think they got me i’m laughing at the da
‘cause my man taking all the murder charges like ..
he told me just make sure his mom is in the sea good
nigga as long as i’m straight they gonna be good
... don’t understand should like that
my .. nigga love when i ..like that
my .. put niggas in their place
when i check niggas .. bull it, bull it in their face,
yes black and yellor, black and yellow, black and yellow tape
the crime ... investigated by the ..
... this ain’t the first 48
officer, where is my lawyer get the f*ck of my afce
i’ma real nigga .. be fake
go harder than .. when i’m in the ..

chorus:
... in the hand gonna make ..
...man down, man look
play around to your main down
stand up, fall faithfully you man down, man look
play around to your main down
stand up.

i just started in sun, i’ve been in the loop
no color still banging with dupe, get em
come on, let’s bang of the roof, you’re with it
that was that child ...who grew up with ..
no father figures, i’m 13 and i’m jumping out the cause with niggas
champion hood, no joking like niggas was goody
some niggas ...and they still do
i ain’t get used to get busy nigga i still do... i will ..
and let the niggas just rock there ..
i keep the sniff around me nigga like will do
.. nigga i kill you, kill you.

[chorus:]

Maino - Welcome to My Hood Remix Ft. Red Cafe & Uncle Murda Lyrics

Maino - Welcome to My Hood Remix Ft. Red Cafe & Uncle Murda Lyrics:

Welcome to my hood

Everybody know everybody

And if I got

Everybody got it

Welcome to my hood

Pick it up this old school

24 so you know we go …

Welcome to my hood

We are on top palyin ..

Everybody know is the hot spot

Welcome to my hood

.. down on your knees

Is the sound of the police

Money and power

Tell me this world isn’t ours

Be my enemies berried

Send their mamas some flowers

Just be the ice of my ..

These pussies ain’t on my level

I’ve been as high as their Heaven

.. playing chase with the devil

I am talking bitches and clubs

You ain’t on my part of New York

The 40 gallons in the …

I am the king of the hood

.. on top of my throne

I’ve been around the whole world

But ghetto’s my home

I walk .. on my block

When niggers hustle ..

And pray to God to take them

Being humble don’t work

So now I am shutting it down

Leave the shoes at the door

Before you step in my town

Chorus

Listen up

I am the G from the Big Apple

In my MX is you want I will catch you

But I ain’t your GPS don’t make a bad turn

No .. bullets burn like a …

Bitch I’m gonna shake down no security

Five hundred in the hood that’s a murder fee

All my niggers spellings look at it 60 seconds

You’ll be a casualty .. sniffing ..

We are smoking sour giving bitches cold showers

Drinking.. while I am counting only bitches every hour

Brooklyn nigger fuck with BX hard

On cross .. floating with my BX ..

Chorus

I represent the …

He stay mangy

More niggers .. rap the ..

Add it to this one more problem

Don’t be talking to me like …

In my hood young boys is getting on the …

.. niggers in their 30

My old .. then I can name a hundred killers

Police don’t want us to blow

They make 50 grand a year

We could get down for show

I would dream about J Lo

Then I wake up pissed off

I am gonna wake up

Before I break that bitch off

I mean .. he was getting his .. off

I ain’t talking the … that clip off

Welcome to my hood

Don’t say I ain’t warn you

.. if you ain’t got a gun on you

Chorus