Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murda , by - Cozz. Song from the album Cozz & Effect, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |