Statute Of Limitations lyrics

by

Jadakiss


[Intro: Uncle Murda]
Oh yeah, this the Lenny Grant Story n*gga
Oh, if you a real n*gga, you need to roll up some' to this, n*gga
Drink some Hennessey, n*gga
See one of your man just locked up somebody, n*gga
Are we on real n*gga time, n*gga ?
(Whoa)

[Chorus: Uncle Murda]
We done killed a few live n*ggas
A whole bunch of lame n*ggas
If it wasn't for that statute of limitation, I'd say them n*ggas names, n*gga
My n*ggas like you crazy (I know)
You talkin' real crazy
Don't let that rap sh*t go to your head
They would throw yo' black ass right in the feds

[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
f*ck them n*ggas be killed, they supposed to be dead (f*ck 'em)
It was them or us, so we them in the head
f*ck being broke, we supposed to get bread
You know what I do, if I get caught I'ma go to the feds
You think I give a f*ck about a rap n*gga?
Being mad 'cause I dissed 'em on a track n*gga
From where if he ain't from 'round here, get him gat, n*gga
Don't call me to get it back n*gga
Like Sean Kingston, you ain't gonna get it back n*gga
We ain't doin' it here how Meech was doin' it, but we doin' it (BMF)
We don't pull out guns unless we shootin' it (Bang Bang)
Shoot to kill no play sh*t, broke Mac don't spray right when we spray sh*t
Kids outside, broad day sh*t
Only ones dying, thats the n*ggas we came to hit
[Chorus: Uncle Murda]
We done killed a few lives n*ggas
A whole bunch of lame n*ggas
If it wasn't for that statute of limitation, I'd say them n*ggas names, n*gga
My n*ggas like you crazy (I know)
You talkin' real crazy
Don't let that rap sh*t go to your head
They would throw yo' black ass right in the feds

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
n*ggas said they with this sh*t, don't know what this sh*t about
Dope boy in a drought, aye n*gga, go a different route
Like them gold fronts, n*gga, spit 'em out
You gon’ make me hit you right here in this Waffle House
Fear is a option, danger is real
Go ahead, play tough guy and get your ass killed
n*ggas was talking 'bout Boo Boo, sayin' "My man dropped him"
The party was jumpin' when I pop them
Next day, n*ggas was talkin' with a different tone (sh*t)
Why n*ggas ain't telling I get my name known
f*ck you thought, when a n*gga got a bone to pick
Hit ya with that hollowtip, better corner cheap
I'm a hustler my n*gga, I get to the bread
I don't know none 'bout no n*gga been shot in the head
n*ggas sayin' I hit him, that's not what I did
Do me a solid
Say that if you talk to the feds
[Chorus: Uncle Murda]
We done killed a few lives n*ggas
A whole bunch of lame n*ggas
If it wasn't for that statute of limitation, I'd say them n*ggas names, n*gga
My n*ggas like you crazy (I know)
You talkin' real crazy
Don't let that rap sh*t go to your head
They would throw yo' black ass right in the feds

[Verse 3: Uncle Murda]
God don't care 'bout them n*ggas we kill, they in hell, n*gga
But police want throw us in the jail, n*gga
Mad 'cause nobody won't tell, n*gga
No witnesses, no fingerprints on the shells, n*gga (haha)
So they lock us up with no bail, n*gga
Barely write letters, they reading through n*ggas mail, n*gga
My man like, "What the f*ck is you doin'
In the studio writin' song about n*ggas we shootin'
Can't make this up, it's 3 in the morning B
My man stopped my engenieer from recordin' me
"f*ck what they think they know, they can't prove sh*t"
He like: “I hear you my n*gga, but this ain't how we do sh*t”
I know he right, but I don't want to hear it
I'm spittin' in police face and I'm hopin' they're hearin'
Black lives matter, I've done took that n*gga
Before I said a n*gga name, bring the hook back, n*gga
[Chorus: Uncle Murda]
We done killed a few lives n*ggas
A whole bunch of lame n*ggas
If it wasn't for that statute of limitation, I'd say them n*ggas names, n*gga
My n*ggas like you crazy (I know)
You talkin' real crazy
Don't let that rap sh*t go to your head
They would throw yo' black ass right in the feds
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