Murray’s Law

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Murs] And I'm the four-letter word that you don't bleep out Got a question for you rappers rollin' wit'cha heats out Is this really where you wanna be when Jesus come back? Lyin' 'bout your life, over beats comin' whack? And you say I'm backpack, 'cause I don't have a gat Man I just love life, and I'm dealin' with the facts I'm young, I'm gifted, I'm beautiful, I'm black And my momma didn't raise no fool like that I understand that you broke, you tryin' to get money But you don't start gangbangin' in your mid-20's Don't know nothin' 'bout the "B", or the gang that you claimin' You ain't even worth namin'! But I got a right hook that'll vacate your Timberland's Take this outside, set it straight like gentlemen I do feel the music so I kinda respect it But don't confuse ill lyrics with real street credit, come on [Interlude: 9th Wonder] Wat'chu gon' do man, huh? Get knocked out And we official like a referee with a whistle boy Get it right man My man Murs, yo, shut these cats down, holla! [Verse 2: Murs] I got my wallet in my pocket and my money in my sock 'Cause that's how it be when it's funny on the block Like it be on TV when these dummies try to rock With they secondhand flows like they runnin' on a clock In a one minute cycle, I'm done with the rifles The tecs, the 9's, the killers, the psychos Look, now can we party? And I want a Shirley Temple cause I don't drink Bacardi But in a minute I'ma probably Try to holler at a hottie with a, nice shaped body If she's into what I'm into we should worship at my temple I'ma, grind from behind as we wind to the tempo If she break it down slow, then it feel like mo' That's a Mayfield line for all of y'all who don't know All I do is have fun and bring life to the fans And I, don't need a gun cause I'm nice with my hands, come on [Interlude: 9th Wonder] Nice with my hands dawg, never seen the floor man Ask somebody, check the stats! Murs man, yo, get at these fools though Let 'em know what's good baby, woo! [Verse 3: Murs] We shocked the world last year when, nobody heard of we My boy he got skills it's like, musical surgery Me, you know the deal I'm a lyrical emergency We keepers of the real, just consider us security "Of the World", 9th, (Trouble!) like top flight As long as we in control everything is alright While the rest will steer you wrong with them songs that they thought up I wrestle with these words but I'm never gettin' caught up In the drama and the BS *Depmuj* up out the underground, you know I gotta be fresh Rhymes runnin' through my mind all day, I press eject I gotta lay 'em down on these beats 'cause they need rest Yesssss, I'm back for the title And I brought a iron fist, just to smack all your rivals Woulda thought I ran track, the way I ran through my rivals Man I swear I'm the truth, slap my hand on the bible Let's go