Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murda, artist - Scarface.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Murda |
With a smile on his face and gun pointed at you nigga |
(Murda!!!) We right this year |
Tony Kelly filed the order so what you gwaan do? |
(Murda!!!) When a man comes through |
+ (T.O.K.) |
(Ah! Ah! Ah!) Murda murda if yuh bet I tek furtha |
Diss man yuh head fly like a bird yah |
(Ah! Ah! Ah!) Get it straight man a nuh bait man a nuh nerda |
Gunshot danga red like I burnt yah |
(Ah! Ah! Ah!) Flow sicka this yuh neva heard a |
Scarface we nuh see nuh bwoy we scurred a |
(Ah! Ah! Ah!) A bwoy diss mi mek mi hollow point tip dem collide |
Wid dem head fi mek a merga, ha!!! |
+ (Flexx) |
It’s gonna be a (Murda!!!) when a man come through |
With a smile on his face and gun pointed at you nigga |
(Murda!!!) We right this year |
Tony Kelly filed the order so what you gwaan do? |
(Murda!!!) When a man comes through |
With a smile on his face and gun pointed at you nigga |
(Murda!!!) We right this year |
Tony Kelly filed the order so what you gwaan do? |
+ (T.O.K.) |
Gunshots pop, dead man drop |
Niggas pull the pistols out the feds sayin stop |
(Ah! Ah! Ah!) But dude we don’t stop this cause G’s don’t quit |
Quick to kill a motherfucker cause these don’t click |
(Ah! Ah! Ah!) O.G.'s so slick, they down with the trigger click |
Squeeze on shit, we found where them niggas stay |
Police so sick, there’s nothin they can do about |
Me (?) get in now movin out |
(Ah! Ah! Ah!) Tired of bein broke here, sick of feelin fucked up |
Wait until the smoke clear, cause I’m a hustler |
(Ah! Ah! Ah!) Hustle from dusk till dawn, until the hustle gone |
I put the muscle on, then the muzzle on |
(Flexx: Murda!!!) I gotta get it dog, cause I’m a killer dude |
(Ah! Ah! Ah!) This is fuckin with me, now I’m fuckin with you |
Nothin personal y’all, that’s just the way it’s played |
I gotta murda you all that’s just how I was made |
+ (Flexx) |
It’s gonna be a (Murda!!!) when a man come through |
With a smile on his face and gun pointed at you nigga |
(Murda!!!) We right this year |
Tony Kelly filed the order so what you gwaan do? |
(Murda!!!) When a man comes through |
With a smile on his face and gun pointed at you nigga |
(Murda!!!) We right this year |
Tony Kelly filed the order so what you gwaan do? |
Sentiments attached to di Glock yah |
Neva leff we side neva hitch fi clap yah |
Some bwoy fi dead dem nuh wrong fi drop yard |
Drop flat pon spot dat nah get up yah |
Gun academics must haffi learn dat |
Graduate from di University of Hard Knocks |
Mac 10 subtracts tech 9 left one gat |
Anyway yuh tech it equal twenty gunshot |
We see fassies everywhere we go |
Envious niggas tryin to stop our flow |
But they never gonna stop us now |
T.O.K., Scarface and Nokio |
They could a never never flop we show |
Mek dem know seh we good to go |
And if dem diss dem get overthrow |
End upon six feet below, oh! |
Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm |
Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm |
Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm |
Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm |
+ (Flexx) |
It’s gonna be a (Murda!!!) |