Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Murda, artist - Prodigy. Album song R.I.P. # 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.09.2016
Record label: Vodka & Milk
Song language: English
It's Murda |
| Yeah |
| Show these niggas what time it is, man |
| Ayo |
| Yo dunny little bitch ass nigga shot up my car |
| Y’all little dirty ma’fuckers know who you are |
| Little snitch ass bastards, bitch ass bastards |
| I still be in your hood comin' through for mad years |
| Out in Brooklyn, I see your punk asses again |
| It’ll be murder, I don’t care who’s looking |
| That’s right, catch me right up in |
| Red hook, pink houses, and Queensbridge still |
| Can’t nobody run me up out the hood (Nah) |
| I’m like the IKEA store, see me up in your hood |
| Whether I’m there for business, or no business |
| Y’all idiots best mind your business |
| When my shots go off they find they victims |
| Then I scratch names of the shit-list |
| When my shots go off they find they victims (Pow) |
| Then I scratch names of the shit-list (Yeah, uh-huh, yeah) |
| Straight murder, it be straight murder |
| Shoot me, and I still live, and that’s your ass |
| (Fuck you thought, man?) |
| We make homicide look like suicide |
| But that’s murder, it be straight murder |
| The bullets you hit me wit’ll be your last |
| Straight murder, it be straight murder |
| Yeah (That's right, that’s right, that’s right) |
| I can’t keep count of how many niggas I cut with my blade |
| Kilo across your face as thick as your braids |
| Nigga, it’s hot in the hood, you can’t walk with a gauge |
| Come outside with the pump, you’ll be stuck in a cage |
| I took the hit, and got up quick, stuck in a rage |
| And my pain just pour through a pen on a page |
| Wrong shit out your mouth, I’ll put a hole in your fade |
| Then it’s back-and-forth to court, fighting the case |
| I got extra money, my spots is pumping the bass |
| So if you can’t rap, it’s cool, I hit you with a eighth |
| They call me Hustle Man, fam, 'cause I switch up my hustle |
| Get to sticking niggas up when that coke don’t bubble |
| Since a lil' nigga, I ain’t been nuttin' but trouble |
| It’s easy to fuck up when you feel like nobody love ya |
| I keep telling y’all niggas that I came up hard |
| And I think like a nigga in Sing-Sing on the yard |
| Yeah |
| Straight murder, it be straight murder |
| Shoot me, and I still live, and that’s your ass |
| (Fuck you thought, man?) |
| We make homicide look like suicide |
| But that’s murder, it be straight murder |
| The bullets you hit me wit’ll be your last |
| Straight murder, it be straight murder |
| (That's right, that’s right) |
| When it’s on |
| I beat the shit out of dead horses, keep killing 'em |
| You see us in 'em Porsches, we killing 'em |
| Rap music got problems, 'cause I’m starting shit |
| Anybody got problems with P can come get it |
| I’m not scared of you, I’m very available |
| You acting like you’re so hard, I’m right here, dude |
| No guards, no bulletproof vest |
| Them shits is too bogey, and they make me sweat |
| Fuck it, if it’s time to go it’s time to go |
| Plus what’s it gonna help when they shooting for your head, yo? |
| Ain’t no mission impossible |
| And ain’t no man alive got that much strength |
| That he can’t get touch, huh, you that sick, ain’t you? |
| And that quick, you turn into a thug angel |
| Huh, you that sick, ain’t you? |
| And that quick, you turn into a thug angel |
| Straight murder, it be straight murder |
| Shoot me, and I still live, and that’s your ass |
| (Fuck you thought, man?) |
| We make homicide look like suicide |
| But that’s murder, it be straight murder (You heard, right?) |
| The bullets you hit me wit’ll be your last |
| Straight murder, it be straight murder |
| (That's right, that’s right) |
| Yeah |
| Straight murder, it be straight murder |
| Shoot me, and I still live, and that’s your ass |
| (Fuck you thought, man?) |
| We make homicide look like suicide |
| But that’s murder, it be straight murder (You heard, right?) |
| The bullets you hit me wit’ll be your last |
| Straight murder, it be straight murder |
| (That's right, that’s right) |