Murda They Wrote (Intro)

This is Murda Business
(Murda, Murda)
I cut em off
(Cut, Cut)
Bodies on the floor
You know I killed
Them all (Kill 'em, Kill 'em)
Still ain't with the talking
But whatever tho
(Nah, Nah)
American Nightmare
Murda Mann
Ho
Murda Business
(Murda, Murda)
I cut em off (Cut, Cut)
Bodies on the floor
You know I killed
Them all
(Kill 'em, Kill 'em)
Still ain't with the talking
But whatever tho
(Nah, Nah)
American Nightmare
Murda Mann
Ho
(Get em Cris)
Guess who back again
He back at it again
He gotta get his revenge
Cause these niggas still
Talkin shit
Runnin they mouth like
A bitch
(Damn)
And I'm like that
Paul bearer and you
Know I be burying these
Niggas
(Uh-Uh)
And six feet deep
That where you headed
Little nigga
And at that second line
That where your family
Gonna see you for the
Last time
(Hahaha)
I told them don't try me
But he was trynna to
Play me like I was a
Bitch or something
(Bitch)
And you know I be flexin
When I'm steppin
And my shooters
Pull up they gonna be
Shooting in different
(Kill 'em)
Direction no that wasn't
A regular clip that was
A drum bitch and all
(Drum)
You heard was red rum
You should of run you
Pussy bitch
(Hahahaha)
(Yeah)
Red rum you better
Move quick
(Fuck em)
This is Murda Business
(Murda, Murda)
I cut em off
(Cut, Cut)
Bodies on the floor
You know I killed
Them all
(Kill 'em, Kill 'em)
Still ain't with the talking
But whatever tho
(Nah, Nah)
American Nightmare
Murda Mann
Ho
Murda Business
(Murda,Murda)
I cut em off
(Cut,Cut)
Bodies on the floor
You know I killed
Them all
(Kill 'em, Kill 'em)
Still ain't with the talking
But whatever tho
(Nah, Nah)
American Nightmare
Murda Mann
Ho (Get em Cris)