Love Lod Lyrics by Keith Murray

Love Lod Lyrics

    Intro:
    Yo, i seen them motherfuckers out in the street
    Them pussy asses
    (man, fuck them niggas anyway)
    Hood rats and those fat, rolly polly punks

    Keith murray:
    Yo kel (what up?) yo answer this question
    Why are we the nicest in this fuckin' profession?

    Kel-vicious:
    Yo, it's um, simple philosophy
    Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d. (yeah, yeah)
    Aye yo 50, (what's up?) answer this question (what's that?)
    Why are you the best in your profession?

    50 grand:
    Now when i'm creepin' on a bitch m.c.
    Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d.
    Keith murray (yo, what's up 50?) answer the question? (what's that?)
    Why are you be the sickest in this profession?

    Keith murray:
    I been all around the world hearing the wack m.c.'s
    It's doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d.
    (aye yo) ask yourself the very same question
    Why are we the wickedest in this profession?

    50 grand:
    I'm breaking back with def squad constantly
    Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d.
    Any nigga want to step, get busy
    Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d.

    Kel-vicious:
    I be the bushwa freaker coming thourgh your speaker
    My jams be getting stronger
    While your shit be gettin' weaker
    Now kel be playin' kids like the ny knicks
    Taking it to your ass with these rhymes and shit
    Cause kids contradict themselves when they be rhymning
    Sounding like shit, off beat with no timing

    50 grand:
    Now soon as i touch the paper, see you later
    I shut your lights off like a blackout
    So hit the circuit breaker
    I'm the worst trouble you ever had
    Vocab like knife stabs
    Comin' wild killin' in a paragrah
    Holding niggas ransom, it runs in my blood
    Maybe my grandson might be wild like charles manson

    Keith murray:
    I be the gimmie, the got ya
    Been blastin' niggas way before the remix "i shot ya"
    The proper hip hopper, fading em in the palladium
    And bustin' each and every nigga, bubble in the tunnel
    After the sunshine comes the rain
    Hold up, wiat a minute, let me back up and just explain

    Hook:
    I been all around the world
    What battle me?
    Take this autograph home and give it to your family
    All i hear is booty stinkin' ass wack m.c.'s
    Stricly doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d.

    50 grand:
    Nigga your life means nothing to me, challenge l.o.d.
    The average nigga style sucks like a hickey
    50 g, the m.c.'s brain buster, mic crusher
    Dirty money quicker picke upper, crew duster
    Now that l.o.d.'s up in this motherfucker
    Leave a known rapper with broken english
    Like smooth da hustler

    Keith murray:
    Some thing make a nigga laugh, make his ass cry
    He rolled a seven
    I bet it all he turned around and rolled snake eyes
    My thinking cap is bigger htan a fuckin' sade's
    Stay all-terrain, rainin' on all parades
    The street is my bed and the corner is my pillow
    I'll kill your fuckin' ass and for your crew i'll do ditto

    Kel-vicious:
    I'll leave a nigga dead, and stinkin' take his soul
    Cha-boom, cha-boom fill him up with holes
    Natural born killer, iller than the rest
    (where you at?) east coast to west
    I keep it real kid, i freak the flow until it's naked
    Niggas get paniced and frantic and can't take it

    Hook

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