| Out in the street
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| They call it murder
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| + (sample)
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| Up (in the street)
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| Gun tucked (in the street)
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| Niggas front (in the street)
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| Get bucked and (they call it murder)
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| Up (in the street)
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| Gun tucked (in the street)
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| Buck buck and (they call it murder)
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| Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to)
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| Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to)
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| Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to)
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| Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets
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| I stay up
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| My gun tucked
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| I gives a fuck
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| So, welcome to jamrock
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| No, welcome to my damn block
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| Where the slugs and cans pop
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| For the ones and tan rocks
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| Kids play in the sandbox
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| Other kids
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| Lay in boxes with sandtops
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| You can’t stop this
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| Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder shit, this
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| Servin', servin', se-servin', servin', se-servin' bricks, we
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| Purchase, purchase, pu-purchase, and purchase, purchase whips, we
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| Swervin, swervin, sw-swervin, swervin, on purpose, bitch
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| Try to stop me, you ain’t, kid
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| Try to pop me, you can’t live
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| If so, you’ll need an oxygen tank, shit
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| And for those bucks
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| I’m no punk
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| I’m Scarface, coked up, you know what
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| (+sniff+) I think I need another hit
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| (+sniff+) You know who you fuckin' with
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| I bang
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| I slang
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| My nuts hang, yup
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| So don’t get it confused or fucked up
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| My dudes will jump up
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| The ruger, dump dump, bup bup
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| And (they call it murder)
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| Act stupid, the gat’s shootin (+gunshot+)
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| We’ll leave you there, leave you square
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| Box style, box style, he who dares (dares)
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| Don’t play
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| Be calm now, calm down cuz
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| We all know you’re not a killa killa gorilla, man
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| Y’all know I get that scrilla scrilla f’reala, fam
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| Catch me in the chinchilla all through the winter, man
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| Never catch me trippin', slippin', and kill me, damn
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| I show the hood love
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| They show me love back
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| And the hood is where my heart is, so I love that
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| Nah, you can’t keep a black man down
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| I’m worldwide, Harlem’s own, Manhattan bound
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| AY
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| Killa, killa, more killin' killin' for killa killa
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| Feel the deal, the chinchillas, they can fit on gorillas
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| Santana, bananas, clip bananas, wrapped in bandannas
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| Hammers, hammers, no cameras, you’ll be runnin to nana (nana nana)
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| Nana nana Santana, he be holding berettas
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| Killa killa kills civilians, you know I’m no better
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| Mo' betta' betta', cheddar cheddar, you’ll be dead on your lever
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| For cheddar cheddar, heads we sever, go get it together
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| Get it together, now now get my pape’s right
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| Come through late night
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| I know what it tastes like (what's that?)
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| Some good coke, dawg, go get your face pipe
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| Put on my Laker jersey, then I go rape white (number 8)
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| You got G ma, I got G too, shit
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| She wanna fly G-4, won’t fly G-2 (nope)
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| Need ten thousand, you won’t get a G, boo
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| Only G you gettin' is me, O.G., trueness
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| + (Cam'Ron)
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| (Murder, murder)
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| Haha, haha
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| I told you
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| I told you you niggas was in trouble man
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| DipSet (murda)
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| The new season has officially begun (murda)
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| Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murda Murda , by - Juelz Santana. Song from the album What The Game's Been Missing!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп