Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murray's Law , by - Murs. Song from the album Murray's Revenge, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 27.10.2005
Record label: RECORD COLLECTION
Song language: English
Murray's Law |
| And I’m the four-letter word that you don’t bleep out |
| Got a question for you rappers rollin wit’cha heats out |
| Is this really where you wanna be when Jesus come back? |
| Lyin 'bout your life, over beats comin whack? |
| And you say I’m backpack, cause I don’t have a gat |
| Man I just love life, and I’m dealin with the facts |
| I’m young, I’m gifted, I’m beautiful and black |
| And my momma didn’t raise no fool like that |
| I understand that you broke, you tryin to get money |
| But you don’t start gangbangin in your mid-20's |
| Don’t know nothin 'bout the beef, or the gang that you claimin |
| You ain’t even worth namin! |
| … But I got a right hook that’ll vacate your Timberlands |
| Take this outside, set it straight like gentlemen |
| I do feel the music so I kinda respect it |
| But don’t confuse ill lyrics with real street credit, c’mon |
| Wat’chu gon' do man, ha? |
| Get knocked out |
| I’m real official like a referee with a whistle boy |
| Get it right man |
| My man Murs yo shut these cats down, holla! |
| I got my wallet in my pocket and my money in my sock |
| Cause that’s how it be when it’s funny on the block |
| Like it be on TV when these dummies try to rock |
| With they secondhand flows like they runnin on a clock |
| In a one minute cycle, I’m done with the rifles |
| The tecs, the 9's, the killers, the psychos |
| … Look, now can we party? |
| And I want a Shirley Temple cause I don’t drink Bacardis |
| … But in a minute I’mma probably |
| Try to holla at a hottie with a, nice shaped body |
| If she’s into what I’m into we should worship at my temple |
| I’ma, grind from behind as we wind to the tempo |
| If she break it down slow, then it feel like mo' |
| That’s a Mayfield line for all of y’all who don’t know |
| All I do is have fun and bring life to the fans |
| And I, don’t need a gun cause I’m nice with my hands, c’mon |
| Nice with my hands dawg, never seen the floor man |
| Ask somebody, check the stats! |
| Murs man, yo get at these fools though |
| Let 'em know what’s good baby, woo! |
| We shocked the world last year when, nobody heard of me |
| My boy he got skills that’s like, musical surgery |
| Me you know the deal I’m a lyrical emergency |
| We keepers of the real, just consider us security |
| Of the world, 9th, somethin like top flight |
| As long as we in control everything’s alright |
| While the rest will steer you wrong with them songs that they thought up |
| I wrestle with these words but I’m never gettin caught up |
| … In the drama and the BS |
| Jumped up out the underground, you know I gotta be fresh |
| Rhymes runnin through my mind all day, I press eject |
| I gotta lay 'em down on these beats cause they need wreck |
| Yesssss, I’m back for the title |
| And I brought an iron fist, just to smack all your rivals |
| Woulda thought I ran track, the way I ran through my rivals |
| Man I swear I’m the truth, slap my hand on the bible |
| Let’s go |