Murda
Murda was tha case that they gave me
Loading up dat Choppa you'll get smoked u try playing me
Whip it out you to slow you gon be 6 feet
Ain't no shell casings just a body ain't no saving
Murda on my mind I'll let it spill for my blood
You do too much talkin powered up off them drugs
This a sacrifice I love drilling just because
Heard dat nigga hungry we gon fill em wit dese slugs
Ain't no love uh uh squash em like bugs uh uh
All because dat nigga thinking he a thug
Day or night we be marching wit them drums
Imperfect bitch I'm tha realist as they come
Heard dat nigga takin like he tuff bitch
Came threw swerving up tha smoke now it's curtains
Heard dat nigga want it like what up bitch
Save dat drama for ya mama now u laid in a tux bitch
I Been itching I been tweekin tryna dirt some
My youngins wit tha shits they tryna hurt some
Talk to me nice watch yo mouth ill let dat Choppa sing
I'll let it blow wit this gg yea by any means
Dope boy runnas stay around some gunnas
Cold winter but I'll heat you like it's summer
2 x 4 Yea we strapped wit this lumber
We pullin up hopping out cuz he a runner
Expose a pussy nigga for some fruad shit
Ain't got no mind a loose cannon im a boss bitch
Know how I'm coming you ain't ready I'm on dawg shit
Ignite tha flame let it bang he tryna call quits
Loading up dat Choppa you'll get smoked u try playing me
Whip it out you to slow you gon be 6 feet
Ain't no shell casings just a body ain't no saving
Murda on my mind I'll let it spill for my blood
You do too much talkin powered up off them drugs
This a sacrifice I love drilling just because
Heard dat nigga hungry we gon fill em wit dese slugs
Ain't no love uh uh squash em like bugs uh uh
All because dat nigga thinking he a thug
Day or night we be marching wit them drums
Imperfect bitch I'm tha realist as they come
Heard dat nigga takin like he tuff bitch
Came threw swerving up tha smoke now it's curtains
Heard dat nigga want it like what up bitch
Save dat drama for ya mama now u laid in a tux bitch
I Been itching I been tweekin tryna dirt some
My youngins wit tha shits they tryna hurt some
Talk to me nice watch yo mouth ill let dat Choppa sing
I'll let it blow wit this gg yea by any means
Dope boy runnas stay around some gunnas
Cold winter but I'll heat you like it's summer
2 x 4 Yea we strapped wit this lumber
We pullin up hopping out cuz he a runner
Expose a pussy nigga for some fruad shit
Ain't got no mind a loose cannon im a boss bitch
Know how I'm coming you ain't ready I'm on dawg shit
Ignite tha flame let it bang he tryna call quits
Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Jackson
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