Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murda Yall, artist - Necro. Date of issue: 15.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Murda Yall |
| I was standin' on the corner at the end of my block |
| When I realized I was the king of the rock |
| Its me DMC, I be superior, call all you other MC’s non-ferior |
| I be the baller and the player on your favorite team |
| See my cup runnin' over, overflown with cream |
| I was born to be the king of this hip-hop thing |
| With my big black glasses and, my fat gold chain |
| In New York, In L.A. in the A.T.L |
| When I talk this way they’re saying im raising Hell |
| See, before I came to try to shit on the game |
| ? |
| and everything had changed, and you can never |
| Let me make this clear, this is something for all MC’s to hear |
| You could never ever do what me and my crew did |
| You punk ass rappers can’t even think that big |
| Dont even think about all the money I get |
| But you need to think about how had how i hit, how hard it gets, how hard I spit |
| Dont mess with DMC cuz' Im the ultimate |
| We gonna murder yall… |
| (Mothefucker try we gon') |
| Serve you raw… |
| (Cannot stop my shots and we gon') |
| Burn it all… |
| Put your back to the wall, PUT YOUR BACK TO THE WALL |
| (Click-CLACK) |
| COME ON! |
| My clique be packin' heaters |
| Were killing it baby like crack attack to fetus |
| Stompin' your fuckin face, rockin a pair of black Adidas |
| Black cadillac, black jacket, back smack you, clap you with the black ratchet |
| Black out, blow your back out, paraplegic paratrooper, paranoid like scarface |
| My parasite paragraphs show paranormal darkness |
| Swing on you like Peter Parker with parkinsons |
| Gat under my Parka brother to spark a mothefucker, barkin' like doberman |
| Spock’s neck pinch, you’ll be silent like a ninja |
| Or ill get violent at a trial, leave you blood red like a Ginger |
| Peace to DMC, For teaching me to be an MC |
| Now I beat you to death, verbally, when I feature on a track, like a creature |
| on crack attacking the beat |
| Immaculately, conceptually, I rep for the streets |
| You ever step to me you’ll be slapped so hard that you woken up and told you |
| slept for a week |
| Leave you decrepit in a creek, you crocka shit, pig like crockett |
| Feed you to a crocodile your shit’s pop, you suck cock and smile |
| Im ghetto like choco-diles, when i embark a new style, you better respect me |
| like Charlie Parker in Miles |
| I’ve conquered this rap shit, The Monarch to the Kingdom Of The Dead got that |
| demonic dope shit like colonic |
| Hydroponic, Psycho Phaunix, Necro-Bonics, Chronic illness, Lyrical bong hit, |
| murderous, it’s psychedelic sonic |
| We gonna murder yall… |
| (Mothefucker try we gon') |
| Serve you raw… |
| (Cannot stop my shots and we gon') |
| Burn it all… |
| Put your back to the wall, PUT YOUR BACK TO THE WALL |
| (Click-CLACK) |
| COME ON! |
| Itch, with the Papa 9, pop a 9 into your spine, then Jet Li. |
| like John Hinkley |
| Snitches, like droppin dime, drop a dimes to get less time |
| Its sickly |
| Suck a dick G |