Lyrics

[Intro: Estelle & Ini Kamoze] Said we don't wanna murda That's why we keep it full of pure life And roll is all we know, I Things is hard enough for dis a real fight 'Cause we don't wanna, we don't wanna murda pon the scene Run go tell the people that is blessings we ah bring 'Cause (out in the streets, they call it murder) [Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce & Ini Kamoze] OK, huh I'm from, East Atlanta, up the street from Candler Elbows on the table, they didn't teach us manners Sell those to my neighbors, and we keep them hammers Play with me, it be a (murder) okay Now that we got that understood, where my niggas from the hood? All they do is cook the hard, quick to push a bunch of kush All my crooks behind them walls, I put money on their books Who got caught up on a (murder) huh So where my bad bitches? 3 A.M., still let me crash bitches Let me use they condo for a stash bitches Brought me cash, strippin', I love that way that ass switchin' That lil' pussy I'ma (murder) hahahah I need a jumper, that's a transporter I need 'em all, 448 and not a gram shorter She say they charged her baby daddy with a manslaughter We prayin' for him 'cause he coulda caught a (murder) [Chorus: CyHi The Prynce & Ini Kamoze] Yeah, better keep that thang when you (out in the streets) Can't be playing no games with niggas (out in the streets) Shawty better use your brain when you (out in the streets) Niggas in the chain gang for shit they did (out in the streets) So homie, stay in your lane when you (out in the streets) Don't let them play you like no lame when you (out in the streets) I done seen niggas get slain, laid (out in the streets) It's 'bout the money not the fame when you (out in the streets) [Verse 2: CyHi The Prynce & Ini Kamoze] Yeah, huh, can't lie, the street shit is mesmerizing Never realize what you jeopardizing 'til the Feds arriving We just surviving, kicking doors is what we specialize in "It's just a robbery boy, don't make this a (murder)" Huh, that was the slogan if we heard you holding I seen my partna take a bullet and his shirt was soakin' Free my nigga Greg, they gave him life, my heart was broken He got locked up back when Ja Rule was yellin' (murder) I don't smoke it if it ain't no orange hairs in my purple Waffle-ass nigga, ain't no squares in my circle Just a bunch of players, a few drug dealers that'll serve you And a couple niggas that'll (murder) Huh, before the root of all evil, you was all peaceful Now a hater trying to kill you, you of all people And the rules of the streets is all legal Niggas lie, steal, or even (murder) [Chorus: CyHi The Prynce & Ini Kamoze] Yeah, better keep that thang when you (out in the streets) Can't be playing no games with niggas (out in the streets) Shawty better use your brain when you (out in the streets) Niggas in the chain gang for shit they did (out in the streets) So homie, stay in your lane when you (out in the streets) Don't let them play you like no lame when you (out in the streets) I done seen niggas get slain, laid (out in the streets) It's 'bout the money not the fame when you (out in the streets) [Outro: Estelle & Ini Kamoze] Said we don't wanna murda That's why we keep it full of pure life And roll is all we know, I Things is hard enough for dis a real fight (murder) Cause we don't wanna, we don't wanna murda pon the scene Run go tell the people that is blessings we ah bring 'Cause (out in the streets, they call it murder) Out in the streets, they call it murder