Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murda tha Scene, artist - Dj Kay Slay. Album song Hip Hop Frontline, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, StreetSweepers
Song language: English
Murda tha Scene |
I murdered the scene |
Slay, what up? |
Hip hop frontline |
Blue chip in the building |
You already know, yeah |
I murdered the scene |
King, look |
I’m feelin' like I’m too hard for the game I’m in |
Caviar seats salmon, that’s five, I filet my Benz |
Militant is how I train my men |
Nigga diss me at 9, he’ll be floatin' in the lake by ten |
I don’t fuck with them fuse liars |
Rather lay low with a slut, consumin' my nut like a new diet |
Brother, I’m too fire (Fire) |
As far as beef, fifty cal Desert Eag', my gun’ll defuse riots |
Talk tough under pictures for clout |
When I see you, hope your heart is as big as your mouth |
'Cause your train will be rippin' you out |
Now I’m rockin' on IG Live while I’m dickin' your spouse |
The god handle business |
My young wolf keep a 22 on like Andrew Wiggins |
You a bitch and your man is snitchin' |
Real nigga that rap, I’m not a rapper, understand the difference |
I murdered the scene |
I murdered the scene |
Look, fuck all that Instagram beefin', it’s on sight |
Now you gotta follow him and run into a nigga in real life |
Beat him down and make his crew bleed |
Then you gotta tag him and post it all on your newsfeed |
I don’t need the TEC |
I can get up close and stab you and watch you bleed to death |
Fake niggas I can’t respect |
It’s like I don’t know they wifi password, we can’t connect |
My Spanish niggas will hand off pain |
I can get you killed right after they finish up a handball game |
Out here close friends’ll murk you |
It don’t mean somebody in your corner just 'cause he in your circle |
You know they can’t wait for you to fall |
Or see you in the casket or either fightin' cases with the law |
I still rep a murderous team |
Haddy Racks wrapped up, niggas know I murdered the scene |
Racks |
I murdered the scene (What?) |
I murdered the scene (Bynoe, right) |
Murdered the scene, a code red |
Yellow tape the block up, boy, they all dead (Uh) |
They hit some parked cars but they got the opps |
Had the window rolled down when they spinned the block (Right) |
They do what I say so |
Tear the trunk off your whip with that Draco |
Nobody seen shit, I wish you niggas tell |
Send him to your mama’s crib before I make bail |
Pillow talkin' to these hoes got your homie hit |
Bandana on the barrel on some homie shit |
That’s what happen when the grips come out |
Get your ass a set of wings when the fifth rung out (Yeah) |
They knocked his dad hat off his head |
Closed casket, that’s a bonus, did him filthy for the bread |
Mask on, no chance to run |
Dial 911 when you see my gun 'cause I |
I murdered the scene (Yeah) |
I murdered the scene (Oh, I’m on 'em) |
I ain’t tryna hear none of you cats screamin' New York’s back |
'Cause when the city fell off, where were you dudes at? |
Y’all was rappin' all Southern, I had New York’s back |
And that’s word to the A-Train, that’s a New York fact |
Well shit I been had the ammo, I just needed a gat |
In the hands of the DJ who wasn’t scared to clap |
Give Slay the head nod (What else?), then turn my back |
Bet he catch you outside, homie, how 'bout that? |
Bitches scared when I’m in here 'cause what I do to a track |
I’ll leave your scalp wide open, ain’t no glue for that |
Homie, I black with the ink, I’ll go tit for tat |
That bar went over your head, you can bring that back |
Now if my dough not risin', I’ma switch the batch |
Catch the first nigga ballin', make him kiss the bat |
I’m from Far Rock, Queens, we don’t get get the strap (You know why?) |
'Cause we ride with that shit in our lap |
And when it’s on, motherfuckers |
I murdered the scene (Yeah) |
I murdered the scene |
Ever since I can remember, a nigga been gettin' paid (Facts) |
Rubber band up loaf for me, I ain’t talkin' DeJ |
Nigga can’t live with a body shot from the gauge |
Did some things I’ll never tell 'em, I’m takin' 'em to the grave (That's a fact) |
Streets gettin' messy, can’t show these niggas no love (Nah) |
My mama told me you ain’t gon' make it in sellin' drugs |
Everybody had dumbs, I was cakin' and sellin' dubs |
Went broke, I don’t mind go and takin' it from the plug |
Don’t even grab that |
You ain’t gon' use it, give me my strap back (Give it back) |
School full of enemies, hammer all in my backpack |
Numbers that we did, niggas still hustle to match that |
I’m duckin' what they throwin', a bullet, ain’t tryna catch that |
Everybody got problems, up to you on how you handle it (Facts) |
Fly lil' nigga in the shit that’s on the mannequin |
Heard these niggas plottin', tell my niggas bring them hammers in |
Block gettin' hotter, every day a nigga gamblin', Bucks (Kay Slay, what up?) |
I murdered the scene |
I murdered the scene |