MC Dan - Murda Tales

Artist: Lil Dan
Year: 1993
Album: Death Danger
Records: Green Masta Records
Produced by: DJ Hyper,Keelo


MC Dan: Geaaah you all aint ready fo' it, MC Dan is in da muthafuckin house.. ma nigga DJ Hyper is in da muthafuckin house, Ghetto Kingz in da muthafuckin house.. Green Masta Records in da muthafuckin house, Seville IN DA FUCKING HOUSE GEAH!.



[verse 1]
Another story bout slugs n' drugs
another tale bout thugs n how they run
Life full of sirens, cops and paramedics
And blunts that make nigga fly like fenix
you aint allowed to say what you saw
You seen me killin, nigga im outside of the law
Moms said stay away from the gangsta'z
But she didnt knew im already rippin wankstaz
I got five fingaz on deadly triggaz
Fucked up Gang Murda down goes anotha niggaz
just rap bout it, nigga here's the microphone
ayo' imma tell you how marks got shot in their dome
Its simple all day everyday, dont be naive
I Dont know what you believe
but i peel caps on them niggaz who wanna leave
Im hardcore nigga that packin hundred dolla bills
And die muthafucka its anotha' murda tale
About a nigga who's trying to avoid the jail
Because if i get locked, there's no damn bail
I've delireved mo' drugs than postman mails
Everyday i live, its givin me mo' months to be locked
So thats why i dont wanna get arrested, i wanna be smoked
im first nigga, that brought the G rap scene in LS
Hoodrats,why you all niggaz think im best?
Whole city knows that im that ice cold killa
and what should i do, i should dump bodies in dirty river
and by the morning, when sun arise
we like to put them fakers slug between their eyes


[chorus]
Seville All Day, its Murda Talez
Its dat boy called Dan, causin Hell
my shotgun scatters and my magnum blast
so when you see me betta hit the gas[x2]

[verse 2]
Im a killa, make you a funeral
You are fake but we got only one thing mutual
we are in same story, a murda story
and the story goes how i smoke you, homie
Murda niggaz at day, murda niggaz at night
One timers again wanna fight, nigga thats right
Sirens blast off loud, cops all around me
But they dont know that hood will always bound me
green rag and then i put my damn green cap on
So i dare all you niggaz to come n' walk alone
dark streetz, thug shits and rap beats
you know the sheet which make our rap consists
i love niggaz in distress,make them stress
Hoes screamin Dan you da best, cuz i kill like soldier SS
Unexpected homicide Real nazi-style mobbin,
Kill them niggaz and rip their faces, thats my jobbin
i blast and put my foot upon your ass
and when you realize i scream gimme yo' cash
All the way till your hearth stop, and there's no pop
its just you and your ass slowly drop
We murda niggaz, dude thats our style of hiphop
Im blessed cuz of my homies and cursed cuz of my life
but that wont stop me to cut throats with knife
.38 calibar in yo' face, slug in yo' neck
Nigga say your last words,cuz imma break it like bad check

/me opens fridge
/me takes out chips,chicken,meat,milk,sprunk,beer,soda
/me turns on the radio
/me listens to "MC Dan - Murda Tales" while eating and drinking like a mo'fucka
/do song finishes before the foods
/me smiles and continues eating.

/me turns on the radio,notices the song and smiles
Ol' Familie [Shouts] : Dats my nigga Dan!

/me turns the radio on.
/me notices the song.
/me listens to the song 'till it finishes.
Barry:Nice shit nigga