Murdera

Lyrics

[Intro] You know there's a lot of thug talk and all that But it really don't mean nothin' to me [Verse 1] Cats often ask me, "'Ru, what's the prognosis?" I use my mic to inject dope and lethal doses The game is filled with snakes, rats and vultures That swarm like locust Still I spit hot shit that burn your lips like blunt roaches Sometimes it's hard keepin' my goals in focus At the same time, hard times as part of the life process Attack the track like the white lotus Most are left dead, those alive barely have pulses Bе cautious, dawg, before you leap, look Causе on the real, the skills is off the hook Have MCs in trance like hypnosis Wannabe's rewind numerous times wishin' they wrote this Natural like osmosis, all encompassin' like the cosmosis Nobody beats Jeru like the biz Cops juggle us, drink it like jizz Take it how you want it, it is what it is [Chorus] You could be a Gangster, murdera, street hustler, or a sucker Watch your step, no if, ands or buts Play yourself out position get that ass torn up You could be a Murdera, gangster, street hustler, drug bubalaa Watch your step, no if, ands or buts Play yourself out position, get that ass torn up [Verse 2] Now it's all simple mathematics I sling that lingo that's afroasiatic Dudes in the hood salute the God with their automatics Keep it super ghetto, you don't want static Bust off and of course your whole body backflip Tragic, run doctor, took the hippocratic oath Not tryna boast, but I'm better than most From the East to the West Coast, track it And the code I live by, DaVinci couldn't crack it Shorty wobble, but I ain't smack it And every time I flow, some wack underground MC tryna jack it Shit is getting drastic don't forget I'm responsible for hip-hop classics A lot of so-called "conscious MCs" are my bastard children Fuck the roof being on fire I burn down the whole buildin' Droppin' bombs, lock up your wife and kids Take it how you take it, dawg, it is what it is [Chorus] You could be a Gangster, murdera, street hustler, or a sucker Watch your step, no if, ands or buts Play yourself out position get that ass torn up You could be a Murdera, gangster, street hustler, drug bubalaa Watch your step, no if, ands or buts Play yourself out position, get that ass torn up [Verse 3] Before you ask me, son, "What's the science?" Ten years down the line, and I'm still defiant Still on the grind, still ride, still shine Makin' moves like I'm ghetto violence, clap up the trap Don't wanna catch a slug in the back House and Mike's call me Mike Tyrant And I don't give a fuck, if you hot, I play fire hydrant Use my mic like a hammer, leave you dead in the ditch Po-po investigate but there's no evidence Wipe my heat off and toss it, so it's no fingerprints Kill every eyewitness so can't nobody snitch Like goin' raw dog in a dirty bitch Fuck with the kid and get burnt paw, it is what it is [Chorus] You could be a Gangster, murdera, street hustler, or a sucker Watch your step, no if, ands or buts Play yourself out position get that ass torn up You could be a Murdera, gangster, street hustler, drug bubalaa Watch your step, no if, ands or buts Play yourself out position, get that ass torn up [Outro] Sometimes I sit back, and I wish I had a time machine