Murda (Take It Up Wit God) [Remix]
Nigga long live my brother Ardell nigga
This shit forever nigga
(Don't shoot 'em in the street)
Ouuuuuuh
Ahh shit (Sizzle)
Ahh shit nigga
Ahh shit (hot)
Mozzy wussup nigga (ya know)
June
No I.D
B.A nigga
Yeah free the gang
Yeah
Niggas already know how tf we coming nigga
Hell Gang nigga
B.A (ya know)
Fuckin' wit Hot Sizzle niggas frying for it (niggas frying for it)
You can disrespect my mind and
Meet that iron for it (meet that iron for it)
Yo brother's out there when I zee you
Then they dying for it (yeah)
Fuck dem' suska niggas I ain't missing
I bet mine score my bitch tripping
Talking shit I ain't got time for her
Talking bout she hate me, 'kuz she think
I love my niggas more (my niggas more)
Bitch I can feel it in the air when it rains it pours (yeah)
Murder rate sky back and forth it's a war (it's a war)
My brother Uzzy been told you suskas
What's the issue (huh)
Pussy we gone come and get you (huh)
Another victim to the menu (to the menu)
We catch yo ass out of bounce bitch
And we gone end you
No I.D it's confidential
Your God cannot defend you
Thinking bout running up on me?
Go head and try
And nigga you gone die
When I hit you wit that fire
'Kuz I'm bout murda
You can see it In my eye
Fucking round wit me
Bitch It's gone be a homicide
Thinking bout running up on me?
Go head and try
And nigga you gone die
When I hit you wit that fire
'Kuz I'm bout murda
You can see it In my eye
Fucking round wit me
Bitch It's gone be a homicide (ok look)
My brother's got shot and I couldn't help 'em (damn)
So I had to let dem suskas feel that metal (yup)
Bitch I'own feel no better (nope)
Never thought I'll put you on a sweater
They done took this beef shit to another level
Bitch we drilling shit forever
On the army I ain't gone never settle
No I.D Hot Sizzle I'm the fella, fella
I done busted a couple niggas (bow)
Everybody wit me done dusted a nigga (bow)
And these pussy rap niggas
Ain't fucking wit uz
Bitch I put that on Ardell
Play wit me I'm a send you straight to hell
Free my killer's sitting locked up in hem cells
God damn I miss my niggas (I miss my niggas)
In a minute I might be sitting wit 'em
For a gun, or for a killing
I refuse to be a victim nigga (ok look)
Thinking bout running up on me?
Go head and try
And nigga you gone die
When I hit you wit that fire
'Kuz I'm bout murda
You can see it In my eye
Fucking round wit me
Bitch It's gone be a homicide
Thinking bout running up on me?
Go head and try
And nigga you gone die
When I hit you wit that fire
'Kuz I'm bout murda
You can see it In my eye
Fucking round wit me
Bitch It's gone be a homicide (ok look)
Murda, murda, murda, uhhh
Murda, murda, murda, uhhh
Murda, murda, murda, uhhh, uhhh
Murda, murda, murda, uhh, uhh, uhhh
Bitch it's gone be a murda, murda, murda
So you better not be fucking wit me nigga
Bitch it's gone be a murda, murda, murda
So I advise you don't be fucking you
Don't be fucking wit me nigga
Bitch it's gone be a murda, murda, murda,
So you better not be fucking wit me nigga
Bitch it's gone be a murda, murda, murda
Bitch I advise you don't be fucking wit me
(I advise you don't be fucking wit me nigga)
(Ouuuuuh, ouuuuuh, ouuuuuh)
(Ouuuuh, ouuuuh, ahh, ouuuuh, ahh)
(Ouuuuuh, ouuuuuh, ouuuuuh)
(Ouuuuh, ouuuuh, ahh, ouuuuh, ahh)
This shit forever nigga
(Don't shoot 'em in the street)
Ouuuuuuh
Ahh shit (Sizzle)
Ahh shit nigga
Ahh shit (hot)
Mozzy wussup nigga (ya know)
June
No I.D
B.A nigga
Yeah free the gang
Yeah
Niggas already know how tf we coming nigga
Hell Gang nigga
B.A (ya know)
Fuckin' wit Hot Sizzle niggas frying for it (niggas frying for it)
You can disrespect my mind and
Meet that iron for it (meet that iron for it)
Yo brother's out there when I zee you
Then they dying for it (yeah)
Fuck dem' suska niggas I ain't missing
I bet mine score my bitch tripping
Talking shit I ain't got time for her
Talking bout she hate me, 'kuz she think
I love my niggas more (my niggas more)
Bitch I can feel it in the air when it rains it pours (yeah)
Murder rate sky back and forth it's a war (it's a war)
My brother Uzzy been told you suskas
What's the issue (huh)
Pussy we gone come and get you (huh)
Another victim to the menu (to the menu)
We catch yo ass out of bounce bitch
And we gone end you
No I.D it's confidential
Your God cannot defend you
Thinking bout running up on me?
Go head and try
And nigga you gone die
When I hit you wit that fire
'Kuz I'm bout murda
You can see it In my eye
Fucking round wit me
Bitch It's gone be a homicide
Thinking bout running up on me?
Go head and try
And nigga you gone die
When I hit you wit that fire
'Kuz I'm bout murda
You can see it In my eye
Fucking round wit me
Bitch It's gone be a homicide (ok look)
My brother's got shot and I couldn't help 'em (damn)
So I had to let dem suskas feel that metal (yup)
Bitch I'own feel no better (nope)
Never thought I'll put you on a sweater
They done took this beef shit to another level
Bitch we drilling shit forever
On the army I ain't gone never settle
No I.D Hot Sizzle I'm the fella, fella
I done busted a couple niggas (bow)
Everybody wit me done dusted a nigga (bow)
And these pussy rap niggas
Ain't fucking wit uz
Bitch I put that on Ardell
Play wit me I'm a send you straight to hell
Free my killer's sitting locked up in hem cells
God damn I miss my niggas (I miss my niggas)
In a minute I might be sitting wit 'em
For a gun, or for a killing
I refuse to be a victim nigga (ok look)
Thinking bout running up on me?
Go head and try
And nigga you gone die
When I hit you wit that fire
'Kuz I'm bout murda
You can see it In my eye
Fucking round wit me
Bitch It's gone be a homicide
Thinking bout running up on me?
Go head and try
And nigga you gone die
When I hit you wit that fire
'Kuz I'm bout murda
You can see it In my eye
Fucking round wit me
Bitch It's gone be a homicide (ok look)
Murda, murda, murda, uhhh
Murda, murda, murda, uhhh
Murda, murda, murda, uhhh, uhhh
Murda, murda, murda, uhh, uhh, uhhh
Bitch it's gone be a murda, murda, murda
So you better not be fucking wit me nigga
Bitch it's gone be a murda, murda, murda
So I advise you don't be fucking you
Don't be fucking wit me nigga
Bitch it's gone be a murda, murda, murda,
So you better not be fucking wit me nigga
Bitch it's gone be a murda, murda, murda
Bitch I advise you don't be fucking wit me
(I advise you don't be fucking wit me nigga)
(Ouuuuuh, ouuuuuh, ouuuuuh)
(Ouuuuh, ouuuuh, ahh, ouuuuh, ahh)
(Ouuuuuh, ouuuuuh, ouuuuuh)
(Ouuuuh, ouuuuh, ahh, ouuuuh, ahh)
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Writer(s): Roddrick Fulton
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