Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murda, artist - Cozz. Album song Cozz & Effect, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tha Committee
Song language: English
Murda |
You dead… |
You startin' from the top? |
Yo, Mittee |
'ze murda |
Everyone you heard of |
Yeah, talk my shit |
Sippin' my juice |
Just tryna get loose |
Yo, the crowd has to love him, they feel a deep lyrical acupuncture |
I’m spiritual as a nun but I drink 'til my bladder ruptures |
Rollin' blunts as fat as nunchucks and weed so good |
It make you wanna slap your mother, here have another hit |
You want some chips, bags in the cupboard, I have it covered |
The fact you love us, the reason why we gettin' fatter stomachs |
We got, that hip-hop soul, and we got that g-funk shit yeah |
Let’s have a function, bring, none of that fuck shit |
I belong in some imprisonment, no regards for the innocent |
Undisciplined, I’m sinnin' wit' a pen |
Damn I claimed to be a Christian, I ain’t prayed in a minute |
Been shootin' and stabbin', going against all the Ten Commandments |
Wish, good luck on the youngin' |
I, need to get saved like a, buck on a budget |
I thank God for this empty stomach |
What would I do if I wasn’t, lyrically thuggin' |
Bustin' sluggers at your cousin, motherfucker |
Murda, murda, Cozz causin' murda |
Killin' off everyone you heard of |
Nigga fuck around, put a price on your head |
Claimin' that you rap and you dead |
Murda, murda, Cozz causin' murda |
Killin' off everything you heard of |
Nigga fuck around, put a price on your head |
You should get a day job instead |
I’m going from the underdog to an elite |
More like the industry make me another dog up on a leash |
Cozz cause war when he speak |
I was born with skills, but we don’t ever wanna cause, war and kill |
We just some refugees tryna climb these Lauryn hills |
But I can be Tyson with my right hand |
And carve words that cut nerves like a knife can |
I spit like I’m pissed but I’m aiight man |
Cause I’m the shit, you’re a peon like a fuckin white man |
That’s why, ya’ll be stressed, I puff the best |
Still a '90s mahfucka, high, watchin' Recess and Kenan & Kel |
Young Libra so I was keepin' the scale |
Weed was for sale, the cops wanna see him in jail cause |
Murda, murda, Cozz causin' murda |
Killin' off everyone you heard of |
Nigga fuck around, put a price on your head |
Claimin' that you rap and you dead |
Murda, murda, Cozz causin' murda |
Killin' off everything you heard of |
Nigga fuck around, put a price on your head |
You should get a day job instead |
Yo, this for the niggas in the city, claimin' they on top but they shitty |
I’ll give you a shot to the head, I’ll take a shot of the Henny |
Y’all really know what’s up, you and this liquor got me so fucked up |