Lyrics Yeah (feat. Busta Rhymes, Erick Sermon, Jamal & Redman) - Keith Murray
Yo,
Troy,
turn
me
up
so
I
can
conduct
the
disco
inferno
Oklahoma
aroma,
uh
I
smell
the
roof
on
fire
without
Parliament
Just
Def
Squad
shit,
dig
it
Rhymes,
I
bust
be
like
liquid
swords
You
abandon
ship,
real
niggas
stay
aboard,
word
I'm
flexin',
hittin'
you
in
the
mid-section
Drop
for
protection,
cuttin'
you
clean
like
a
'C'
section
I
puts
it
down
in
my
field,
I
sport
a
vest
No
need
for
a
Brooke
Shield
Kneel
E,
an
African
boy
with
charisma
A
lyrical
giant
bigger
than
Lane
Bryant
I'm
Super
rhymes
be
Twilight
Zone
Warp
speed
true
indeed
Don't
forget,
boy,
I'm
still
hittin'
switches
In
my
Lexus
truck,
flaggin'
down
ugly
bitches,
word
up
Erick
Sermon
ya'll
yeah,
yeah
Def
Squad
ya'll
Flipmode
Squad
for
ya'll
Excitement,
my
lights
be
shinin'
on
niggas
Hit
with
more
enlightenment,
yo
The
major
difference
is
in
many
different
instances
You
could
not
go
the
distances
From
drinkin'
too
much
Guinesses
Now
look
at
all
the
witnesses,
huh
I
told
you
one
thing
for
sure
When
I
get
down
son,
I
keep
it
pure
Break
the
law
from
here
to
Arkansas
Focus,
I
be
the
mostest,
the
dopest
Rhyme
flow
bounce
atrocious
Bag
of
weed,
my
niggas
smoke
this,
shit
I
be
stacking
in
jams,
while
I
be
packin'
in
what's
happening
I'm
charged
with
interstate
rhyme
and
trafficking
Rhyme
callisthenics
will
make
you
see
the
the
Medic
Shit
will
break
you
down
in
order
from
A
to
Z
like
the
alphabetics
Yo,
yo,
just
go
there
practice,
the
fact
is
you
do
not
listen
You
go
get
slapped
up
with
a
cactus
Ass
backwards,
fart
on
mothafuckas
just
like
BDP
I'm
fresh
for
9-6
you
suckas
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
Keith
Murray
now
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
Busta
Rhymes
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Now
if
you
know
the
words
then
you
can
surely
rap
along
Go
against
the
grain
and
surely
get
stomped
strong
My
squad
is
too
high
to
get
over,
L.O.
is
too
low
to
go
under
I'll
rain
on
your
brain
and
give
you
visions
of
thunder
See
everybody
loves
Keith
Murray
'cause
I'm
on
the
top
But
I
know
ain't
nobody
fuckin'
with
me
if
I
ever
drop
It's
all
about
the
bread
Spread
taught
to
me
by
E
and
Red
Fuck
them
niggas
talkin'
out
the
side
of
their
head
Different
day,
same
shit,
I
heard
a
dope
beat
But
if
E
didn't
do
it
then
you
know
I
can't
fuck
with
it
Here's
something
that
you
all
can
understand
Fuck
you
coming
from
the
fuck
you
man
Livin'
in
drama
comma
Trauma
bubbling
like
lava
On
site
bomber
to
all
wack
rhymers
And
if
you
ain't
tough
don't
wear
my
logo
And
if
you
ain't
fly
you
can't
play
with
my
yo-yo
'Cause
who's
pockets
is
fattest
matters
I'll
serve
famous
Keith
Murray's
beef
curries
Scattered
rappers
on
platters
For
tryin',
get
at
us
knowing
we
the
baddest
With
major
operation,
mental
observation
status
I
used
to
love
her
then
I
got
some
common
sense
And
now
it
ain't
funny,
the
bitch
better
have
my
money,
word
up
Lace
the
chronic
with
the
bomb-bah,
hash
the
tye
Blaze
'em
up
one
time
for
my
partner
in
crime
Who
can
I
on
my
hip,
why?
'Cause
niggas
trip
Pull
a
burner,
all
you
know
is
a
murder
occurred
A
curb
server
wanna
be
swerver
baller
Got
dome
call
hauled
to
the
mortician
for
silly
ambitions
I'm
nice
and
precise,
hard
like
rock
You
shook
like
dice
and
pop
like
glock
All
my
shit
knock
the
shelves,
yo,
yo
Witness
this
nigga
ro,
trigga
flow,
digga
ho
Niggas
ass
out,
passed
out,
excessively
Fuckin'
with
this
manic-depression
will
be
the
lesson
of
your
life
Spoiled
rotten
and
plottin'
and
double
shottin'
Packin'
always
rapping
but
smacking
a
lot
of
action
I
am
the
in
house
smelling
like
contraband
In
demand,
your
mic
in
hand,
seriously
as
a
man
run
it
Ay
yo,
watch
these
5 niggas
stand
up
in
the
triple
pod
Circle
back
to
back,
scoping
all
angles
Why
does
hip-hop
circumference
start
gettin'
tangled?
They
drop
1 by
1 in
the
dark,
gettin'
strangled
I
come
fresher
than
Summer's
Eve
please
Squeeze
your
wack-ass
amphetamine
rhyme
drug-related
I'll
make
sure
your
loot
and
your
wife
and
kids
are
confiscated
The
lawnmower
Red
do
damage
to
circuit
breakers
Go
ahead
and
hype
them
niggas
up,
let
'em
go
Just
a
blow
from
the
invincible
will
show
'em
I'm
original
Freeze,
I'm
like
Baskin
and
Robbin,
I'm
robbing
Haagen-Dazs
And
the
whole
Hit
Squad
target,
ain't
nobody
fuckin'
with
me
The
potency
that
I
blow
from
my
mouth
Will
no
doubt
would
choke
Jesus
Travelin'
around
the
world
with
no
Visas
or
American
Express
Just
Jamerican
excess,
ha,
can
I
impose
on
your
cipher?
Been
rippin'
shows
since
your
moms
was
foldin'
your
diaper
Niggas
see
me
up
top
dolo
daily,
catch
ease
600
V
On
the
mobile
trailin'
back
to
A.T.L.
To
swell
some
more
heads
with
that
Long
Island
sound
That
be
thicker
than
cornbreads,
money
Jersey
tales
from
from
the
hood
without
Sonny
And
I
know
a
lot
of
niggas
want
me
That's
why
my
blade
keep
me
company
Slice
your
neck,
stick
my
arm
down
your
throat
Rip
out
your
artichoke
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