Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Murda, artist - DJ Godfather. Album song Da Bomb Vol. 4, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 04.12.2000
Record label: Databass
Song language: English
It's Murda |
URRRRRRR |
Uh huh |
Y’all motherfuckers ready or what? |
Is y’all motherfuckers ready or what? |
I don’t think you are |
I don’t think so! |
They got my back against the building |
I’m the villian that’s creeping around corners |
Like shorty you see them niggas reaping around, warn us |
Unless he coming through, gunning through, running through |
So be careful what you do |
See them slugs might come to you |
As long as I can remeber, the streets have kept me safe |
And ever since that time in December, the heat’s been in my waist |
I need an extra set of eyes so I keep my dogs with me |
Doctor says let them die till this fucking dog bit me |
I don’t know what’s wrong with me |
But it seems like since you heard of us |
Y’all niggas been wanting to murder us |
(?) the third of us |
Still against me |
And wanting to see me in the box |
Grilling me all crazy when you see me in the locks |
Leave you dead (red?) like fox |
Ain’t nothing funny about that |
I see you in a coma, ain’t coming up out that |
You hold on for too long and they ain’t pulling the plug for you |
I’ll run up in the joint myself and bust another slug for you |
It’s murda |
It’s murda motherfuckers |
I take a squat then post up with the toast up |
I bring beef to a closure |
Know somethin? |
I’m loathesome |
I scream out fuck the world then I throw something |
Niggas scheming hard but fuck it, it’s the god |
I leave bullets lodged leave you leaning on your broad |
And our punks leave you gagged up in your car |
Slumping Kennedy-style with your memory out |
What the fuck y’all want? |
Daddio with the calico |
Let the gaty blow leave you bleeding on your patio |
I leave rivals on their backs looking up at the sky blue |
Not only do I leave you I hide you |
I before you |
X and Ja-Rule |
Death before the (sauna??) now and prior to |
Boss man spy on you |
Conspire you |
Me die before you? |
You liar, you |
Niggas is dead off the hits I improve |
Fuck it, I got the feds who ain’t buy it to |
Y’all niggas don’t listen |
When the streets are in prison |
When we find them we twist them |
They fucking up missing |
Y’all don’t understand we want y’all all to hate it |
It’s murda |
Murder incorporated |
It’s murda |
In crime we all related |
It’s murda |
See if y’all can fake it |
I’ma murderer and murdering anything that moves |
Through ya nine niggas |
Straight do or die niggas |
Caught up and fall victim to the worst shit |
X, Jigga, and Ja as expected |
Shot on the world and reflect it |
Niggas don’t respect it |
So get it the worst way |
Fuck with the wolves you get hunted like prey |
Shot up in broad day |
Now everybody want you |
I’m feeling like: stupid didn’t the inc. |
warn you the first time |
It’s murda |
Whenever you see blood |
It’s murda |
Lay you down for the love |
That’s us |
Leave the lights on |
Knife through your windpipe |
Cause most of your niggas ain’t cut right |
You thinking it’s alright |
But it ain’t |
I’m paralyzing clowns up and down from the waist |
Giving niggas facelifts and taking it |
While making you bleed |
And if I got a taste of the shit I’m taking more than you need |
It’s nothing but love between me, you, and these slugs |
Hit him up wrap his body up in (?) rug |
Who holding the heat? |
Who leaving niggas cold in the street? |
Y’all know me, ya (?), Ja-Rule the O. G |
Niggas better watch me closely |
Get a grip, it’s hennessy that fuels all that murdery shit |
When I look in the mirror my reflection is killer |
Jigga, X, Ja niggas |
It’s murda |