Bloody Murdah

Lyrics

[Intro x5] I don't give a fuck where you from [Chorus] Murda, murda, murda Fuckin' with me you gon' lose Murda, murda, murda It's gonna be murda Uh Murda, murda, murda Fuckin' with me you gon' lose Murda, murda, murda It's gonna be murda [Verse 1: Lil' Fame] And that goes for everybody thinkin' it's them (Uh-huh) This goes for everybody thinkin' it's them (Uh-huh) That goes for everybody thinkin' it's them FUCK (fuck) you, you and you, her, him and him What up, mister gangsta? (What up?) What up, mister pranksta? (What up?) What up, bitch, it's Famesta You jive-ass wannabe, live-ass half-faked-ass grimy-ass slimy-ass caterpillar This shit's the realness (uh), game over Get your shit tight, Sammy, you sound so shocked Nigga, I ain't holdin', I come to the rock Through all blocks to hold me down 'cause I'm rockin' weird clothing (Hahahahaha) Bitch, this M.O.P.'s, fuck all o' you niggas (Oh yеah) Fizzy-Fizzy-Fizzy's balls is the biggest Playa OG okey dokеy, I blow and cap peelin' your house While yo' family playin', karaoke I'm a get down nigga, sip brown liquor Hennessy straight, make the kids sound slicker Don't have me call the First Family up to brawl 'Cause we love war, we the definition of [Chorus x2] [Verse 2: Billy Danze] Uh, uh, ayo, we still get 'em charged, ain't nothin' changed We do our thang, for niggas that bang in the yard LET'S GET IT POPPIN' That's wassup, nigga And your crew is broad and you can get these nuts, nigga We play hard Yes, yes y'all, we back to bless y'all We do it with finesse y'all, with the proud of Brownsville on our chest y'all Who the best y'all? Niggas, know better, quick to squeeze on 'em, put B's on 'em And poke holes in your leather (Hehehehe) Street dweller, neighborhood Goodfella, trendsetter Real steel hittas with vendettas [Murda, murda It's gonna be murda] Nobody's in charge (Nobody runnin'!) Know it may be new to you but we already done it I sit back and watch you dumb son of a bitches Make asses out yourselves to struggle for these riches (Hehe) You place your integrity, your bags your marijuana STAB YOUR HOMIES IN THE BACK And sacrifice honor (Aha!) [Murda, murda It's gonna be murda] [Chorus x2] [Outro x2: Lil' Fame] And that goes for everybody thinkin' it's them (Uh-huh) This goes for everybody thinkin' it's them (Uh-huh) That goes for everybody thinkin' it's them FUCK you, you and you, her, him and him I don't give a fuck where you from [x6]