(Murda)
With no remorse and no feelin's
Murph dropped the top on the bird, that nigga was hurtin' them
All I need is big guns on the side of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
My recipe for murda
(Gangsta)
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Watch out on the one and one servin' the bomb
That's in the days when the ave was jumpin'
Just like that
Money, money, money
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
The boy think he gettin' paid, jumpin' out
Ain't give my life to that 'cause it's over and out
Bullet after bullet pumpin' fully after fully
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
How many niggas down to ride with me
All I need is big guns on the side of me
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
Every corner was pumpin' and jumpin'
You shoulda seen the muthafucka jumpin' thumpin'
Betta call us murderers
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
(Couple DT's)
Holla "killer head", and make them bitches flip the script
Niggas talk about Miami but they scared to come
Every nigga was gettin' money
(Pounds of brown)
Money
(Hey, hey, hey)
See I was raised in the slums
I live for this, so damn right I kill for this
How many niggas down to ride with me
A new game a different thang and a whole buncha new killas
How many niggas down to ride with me
I let him know bitch, this is how I feel 'bout ya
Couple DT's
Just like that
How many niggas down to ride with me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
How many niggas down to ride with me
(Hey, hey, hey)
I'm from the era of the goodfellas, you know
Killer bee's, snappin' pictures plottin' killin' me
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
You muthafuckas went in bad choppas
The reenactment of my first murda
Fo' or five of them big things they call shoppas
Gotta straighten this shit, got SK's with extra clips
(Just like that)
(Hey, hey)
Leavin' they family in danger just to play in the sun
Nigga like Big Ike, Big Nose Bob and Bo Dilly
All I need is big guns on the side of me
Nigga, we did what you done and what you talkin' about
Squeezin' AK's, on the ground they lay
(Couple DT's)
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
Couple DT's
Let's see that's way before them Bama-ass hammers and loaves
Hell, cuz I ain't even know this nigga
All I need is big guns on the side of me
But niggas tote guns distribute and run
(Pounds of brown)
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
I take this shit back to thirties and vogue
The shit was deep I couldn't just let it go
Cut it back to light, fake the left, rip the right
And when I get that feelin', ain't gon' be no hit or miss
That's how it is when you exposed in the south
Fruitin' bout my dough, bitch
Every time, goddammit I'll say it every time
Couple pounds of brown
Them killed my dogg, hell naw it couldn't be
Them feel my eyes, these bitches down to die tonight
I asked him out but now his momma 'bout to hear about him
Huh, but now we in the new era
That's how we do this shit in Dade
My recipe for murda
Went "bang, bang" till their muh'fuckin' brains hang
(Hey, hey, hey)
All I need is big guns on the side of me
Couple pounds of brown
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
(Hey, hey, hey)
(Murda)
All I need is big guns on the side of me
See
Pull right on the side, raise it up squeeze that thang
How many niggas down to ride with me
I bust his ass like the last muthafucka
I still got 'em, that nigga begged for his life but I still shot him
While I was shootin' 'bout my money
I growed up on the turf watchin' Murph and them
(Hey, hey, hey)
(Just like that)
Went in with them stunnas, came out with them cuttas, cut up
Like droppin' drugs up out of town and keepin' dope in the house
