Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murda Dem , by - Freddie Gibbs. Release date: 18.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Murda Dem |
| (That motherfucker’s gone, he’s not comin back B |
| I laid the murder game down, let niggas know we not fucking around man |
| Shit’s cool yo) |
| Woke up on some bullshit, think I’m finna rob me a rapper |
| Showed up fifty deep, better show then kidnap his ass right after |
| And niggas don’t be doin that at parties in my city cause that shit might happen |
| East side G. I clique fuck nigga we body snatchers |
| Shout ma nigga T-mac, wigs comin in, can’t relax |
| Nigga took a trip today, twenty freaks in the room on the beach, |
| you believe that? |
| Dope in my cup so a nigga bout to lean back |
| Big bitch finna fire the weed up, another bitch finna throw the dope on |
| Whip it up and scoop it like snowcones |
| Feel like tony when he stepped outside, and looked at the blimp |
| They say what, just say fuck em, shake these weak niggas off your dick |
| I’m the first nigga from the G to flip this street shit legit |
| Before I met that nigga snow I was thuggin and trained to go (it's gangsta |
| gibbs) |
| It’s murder, it’s murder, it’s murder, it’s murder (x4) |
| I put my name out in the streets |
| They already know not to fuck with a nigga like me, don’t even blink |
| Chop em with that fire like fourth of July when you seen, can’t nobody breathe |
| Won’t nobody eat if they don’t get it all from me so we believe in giving back |
| That’s just to ashes that’s a fact |
| So lot of pressure better measure a rich nigga right where he at |
| One keg note, two pop off, three ransack, this fit the crime, of a real nigga |
| that’s gunning for a nigga that’s tryin to run up and try and come take mine |
| Don’t fake dying, get the job done |
| Don’t play blind, take all of em |
| We saw love, and they saw something |
| Cleaned up when they think all done |
| I’m bout mine, you bout yours, that’s a real niggas connect |
| Don’t do the crime, ain’t bout the life, that’s a fuck nigga ejected, murder |
| Murder, Murder, Murder my nigga that’s all she fucking wrote |
| Riding down 9−65 blowing on that purple smoke |
| Pounds in the back,? |
| on my lap, I got these niggas hating dog |
| Niggas hating on Big Kill and I don’t even know |
| Restfully, I do my thing when I’m in that fucking trap |
| This lifestyle here I chose your bitch, but nigga we live this rap |
| You better sit yo punk ass back, before yo ass gets clapped |
| This 2−2-3 will chop yo ass down round after round |
| My G.I. |
| Niggas shifting their shit, in and out of town |
| I’ll fuck yo bitch and hit me a lick, for lights and fucking pounds |
| I’ll show up at yo mofucking door, we bout to shut shit down |
| We put them hoes face down on the floor, but we don’t fuck around |
| It’s kill |