Word to mother, look at it from a thug point of view
Oh my murdaraz
When the eight spit you could feel the hatred, taste it
Clap up yo crib, it's the murderaz
It's murda, nigga hand me the bezzle
It's murda the only code to the ghetto
Money, drugz, and murderer shit
The God be the rule, if you're hot keep eyes on your jewels
The other one third spent sittin' on curbz chasin' those birdz
Y'all niggaz could get it, act like y'all don't know
Who's gettin' it, I got him nigga dead and gone
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight spit
But everything she said went in one ear and out the other
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch
Player we're flawless, wit nutten to loosin' gunz bustin'
Fuck that shit, fuck the whip, and fuck you bitch
It's drama how a child will shut shit down
Funny shit about it, niggers wanna hit me, forget about it
Let the God be his here nigga smirloff
Hit the streetz and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you
It's murda motherfucker we don't beg or borrow
Sell mo records than rock niggaz
And watch you holla holla, the same niggaz that I ball wit
You can't deny me, I'm the muthafuckin' one, druggin' bitches like heroin
If you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow
Where the lakes be but lately, I've been hitin' cribz
What you want with this, we'll kidnap yo kids
I'ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin' four lanes
Yo I give a fuck if y'all niggaz hate me, I drop bodies off
My wife alwayz said everything was gonna be a-ait
I rob and stomp niggaz two third of my life
I put my smash down from N Y to Chi town INC murder spittin' in roundz
But you keep chasin' yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz
You don't wanna her how it soundz, when we cock them flames
You're holdin' hammers and nails and
We throw slugz, we huselazz we sell drugz
J the A. R U L E with them hoez get between more sheetz than isley
And she was right and that's one reason why I love her
You know what the fuck we do
So now I rob and steal, spit shit you feal, wit a clique that kills
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel, murda is my hustle
And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz
And safes where the cake be, I take three to the vest
Put the lean on niggaz the minute I spot 'em
You high right now, you ain't ready to die right now
I'ma lock it down for six months and shock niggaz what's my name?
But everything to live for thorough bread demand and supply the raw
Motherfuckers understand that
Ja's a muthafuckin' problem, any nigga think not, I'ma pop him
Motherfuckers
You can just suck my dick
Thug shit I'm still livin' y'all niggaz just spit about it
Cats snatch rollies, gats'll leave you holy
Murder bitch niggaz like you
When the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do?
For the love of the dollas I put that hot shit thru you
It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers
It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers
I mastered the chipz, nigga I'm tryin' to tell you
Kill a nigger for the fuck of it I get you touched for chips
If you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow
To cop a Benz twenty inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin' to lose
Who you know wit gunz that kill shit
Gangsta shit, attractin' yo bitch, gettin' head and lean back in the sip
It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
When the eight spit you could feel the hatred, taste it
Top down wit my eyes closed, got a death wish
For real, all the time, any place, anywhere
And brossen niggerz y'all can't live
The four five will calm you down, you under trauma now
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
And dance with the devil, gunz rapidly spit
We have you where the dogz couldn't smell you
We throw slugz, we huselazz we sell drugz
You could feel the hatred, taste it
In a world that's ice cold, blacks die slowly
There's only one and then you get numb and lied to rest
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch
Just because we're them hot niggerz
Gonna guide 'em to the cross roads show 'em how those gunz blow
It's murda and ain't shit gon change niggaz
Yeah my shit's that real, I hustle hard all my life, ran the streetz all night
Daddy never showed me how the heat will hold me down
I'm a brawl wit I'm a tank running in banks and takin' all of it
My momma always told me the streetz will slow me down
