Murs & 9th Wonder 3:16 Lyrics

Murs 3:16: The 9th Edition Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Bad Man!
  • 3 3:16
  • 4 The Pain
  • 5 Trevor an' Them
  • 6 Freak These Tales
  • 7 H-U-S-T-L-E
  • 8 Walk Like a Man
  • 9 And This Is For...
  • 10 The Animal

  • [Hook]
    Left me standin here
    On this lonely street to cry

    This is a Living Legends, Justice League
    Definitive Jux presentation
    Brought to you by 9th Wonder aaand MURS

    [Verse 1: Murs]
    What up though, still givin’ a fuck so
    Open up your changer and get ready to dump those
    Disc of the dudes that be soundin’ the same
    They get up on TV, steady clownin’ for fame
    Disrespectin’ ancestors that was bound in them chains
    But I’m around in the game
    So thangs is bound to change
    I’m tryin to walk that thin line
    Between intelligence and ignorance
    Have a little fun while makin’ music of significance
    A nemesis to niggas just bumpin’ they gums
    I give a fuck where you from
    It’s where your heart at bitch
    You gon’ bite, little doggy, or just bark that shit?
    A slave to the rhythm, 9th spark that whip
    Cause my heart can’t quit, I got something to say
    Cause these niggas wanna act N.W.A
    Niggas With Artillery and nothin’ to spray
    Just some non-writing assholes with nothin’ to say

    [Hook & 9th Wonder speaking]
    That’s right motherfuckas
    Old salty ass, sideways ass motherfuckas
    Y’all fucked up now, huh? MURS, get em

    [Verse 2: Murs]
    I’m from where we leaving running and we hop outta cars
    Jump out and beat you down in some new All-stars
    No stars and stripes, just bars and pipes
    And niggas just start shootin’, they too hard to fight
    I’m scarred for life, and charge this mic with bars of fright
    Dare any one of you frauds to bite
    I’m raw as life
    With loss of wife and cause of strife
    Spittin’ sharp wit like I floss with knives
    Not contrived or conceited, on your radio repeated
    I’m elitist and I leave this Red Hot like Kiedis
    I’m a Californicator, and a street narrator
    Steady runnin’ rappers down until they meet their maker
    Concrete caretaker to these weak imitators, they a
    Screech to my Slater, piece of beef to a gator or the
    Heat versus Lakers, I’mma speak to ya later
    And let 9th take me out
    With techniques and a fader

    [Hook & 9th Wonder speaking]
    What’s wrong wit y’all man?
    The fuck is y’all thinkin’ bout?
    Damn, them motherfuckas is lame man, get ya shit right man

    [Verse 3: Murs]
    I’m from the home of Double K, nothin’ but trouble gang
    KWS’s, LTS’s, OFA’s
    And every other crew that used to rack cans and spray
    And mob the RUD before the MTA
    So don’t hate what I say or talk down when I bust mine
    Tryin’ to make some green like the Culver city bus line
    I’m unsigned and hyped, dump mines on sight
    This Living Legend gang, what you punks rhymin’ like?
    I combine with 9th, sickest with these beats
    I mean so sick like he’s forgettin’ to eat
    A hard man to take down like Michael Vick on his feet
    And anybody chose me they was thinkin’ defeat
    I’mma spit with this heat until I get my credit
    I’m a verbal martial artist like I’m signed to Shady Records
    And you bitches best respect it or I will destroy you
    Have your whole crew screamin’ out “You’re My Boy Blue!”

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