| I murdered the scene
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| Slay, what up?
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| Hip hop frontline
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| Blue chip in the building
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| You already know, yeah
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| I murdered the scene
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| King, look
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| I’m feelin' like I’m too hard for the game I’m in
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| Caviar seats salmon, that’s five, I filet my Benz
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| Militant is how I train my men
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| Nigga diss me at 9, he’ll be floatin' in the lake by ten
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| I don’t fuck with them fuse liars
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| Rather lay low with a slut, consumin' my nut like a new diet
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| Brother, I’m too fire (Fire)
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| As far as beef, fifty cal Desert Eag', my gun’ll defuse riots
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| Talk tough under pictures for clout
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| When I see you, hope your heart is as big as your mouth
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| 'Cause your train will be rippin' you out
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| Now I’m rockin' on IG Live while I’m dickin' your spouse
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| The god handle business
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| My young wolf keep a 22 on like Andrew Wiggins
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| You a bitch and your man is snitchin'
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| Real nigga that rap, I’m not a rapper, understand the difference
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| I murdered the scene
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| I murdered the scene
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| Look, fuck all that Instagram beefin', it’s on sight
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| Now you gotta follow him and run into a nigga in real life
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| Beat him down and make his crew bleed
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| Then you gotta tag him and post it all on your newsfeed
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| I don’t need the TEC
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| I can get up close and stab you and watch you bleed to death
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| Fake niggas I can’t respect
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| It’s like I don’t know they wifi password, we can’t connect
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| My Spanish niggas will hand off pain
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| I can get you killed right after they finish up a handball game
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| Out here close friends’ll murk you
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| It don’t mean somebody in your corner just 'cause he in your circle
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| You know they can’t wait for you to fall
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| Or see you in the casket or either fightin' cases with the law
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| I still rep a murderous team
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| Haddy Racks wrapped up, niggas know I murdered the scene
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| Racks
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| I murdered the scene (What?)
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| I murdered the scene (Bynoe, right)
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| Murdered the scene, a code red
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| Yellow tape the block up, boy, they all dead (Uh)
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| They hit some parked cars but they got the opps
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| Had the window rolled down when they spinned the block (Right)
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| They do what I say so
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| Tear the trunk off your whip with that Draco
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| Nobody seen shit, I wish you niggas tell
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| Send him to your mama’s crib before I make bail
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| Pillow talkin' to these hoes got your homie hit
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| Bandana on the barrel on some homie shit
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| That’s what happen when the grips come out
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| Get your ass a set of wings when the fifth rung out (Yeah)
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| They knocked his dad hat off his head
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| Closed casket, that’s a bonus, did him filthy for the bread
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| Mask on, no chance to run
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| Dial 911 when you see my gun 'cause I
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| I murdered the scene (Yeah)
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| I murdered the scene (Oh, I’m on 'em)
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| I ain’t tryna hear none of you cats screamin' New York’s back
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| 'Cause when the city fell off, where were you dudes at?
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| Y’all was rappin' all Southern, I had New York’s back
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| And that’s word to the A-Train, that’s a New York fact
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| Well shit I been had the ammo, I just needed a gat
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| In the hands of the DJ who wasn’t scared to clap
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| Give Slay the head nod (What else?), then turn my back
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| Bet he catch you outside, homie, how 'bout that?
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| Bitches scared when I’m in here 'cause what I do to a track
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| I’ll leave your scalp wide open, ain’t no glue for that
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| Homie, I black with the ink, I’ll go tit for tat
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| That bar went over your head, you can bring that back
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| Now if my dough not risin', I’ma switch the batch
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| Catch the first nigga ballin', make him kiss the bat
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| I’m from Far Rock, Queens, we don’t get get the strap (You know why?)
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| 'Cause we ride with that shit in our lap
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| And when it’s on, motherfuckers
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| I murdered the scene (Yeah)
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| I murdered the scene
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| Ever since I can remember, a nigga been gettin' paid (Facts)
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| Rubber band up loaf for me, I ain’t talkin' DeJ
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| Nigga can’t live with a body shot from the gauge
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| Did some things I’ll never tell 'em, I’m takin' 'em to the grave (That's a fact)
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| Streets gettin' messy, can’t show these niggas no love (Nah)
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| My mama told me you ain’t gon' make it in sellin' drugs
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| Everybody had dumbs, I was cakin' and sellin' dubs
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| Went broke, I don’t mind go and takin' it from the plug
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| Don’t even grab that
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| You ain’t gon' use it, give me my strap back (Give it back)
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| School full of enemies, hammer all in my backpack
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| Numbers that we did, niggas still hustle to match that
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| I’m duckin' what they throwin', a bullet, ain’t tryna catch that
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| Everybody got problems, up to you on how you handle it (Facts)
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| Fly lil' nigga in the shit that’s on the mannequin
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| Heard these niggas plottin', tell my niggas bring them hammers in
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| Block gettin' hotter, every day a nigga gamblin', Bucks (Kay Slay, what up?)
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| I murdered the scene
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| I murdered the scene |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murda tha Scene , by - Dj Kay Slay. Song from the album Hip Hop Frontline, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп