Murda

Lyrics

It's fucking Murda Nigga you ain't ready for us It's fucking Murda [?] It's fucking Murda Starting to make your headphones bump we make your heads bang so hard people thinking you nuts It's fucking Murda Nigga you ain't ready for us It's fucking Murda [?] It's fucking Murda Starting to make your headphones bump we make your heads bang so hard people thinking you nuts [Verse 1] I hit you harder than the Anvil Moving up in this world, making moves while your crew is at a stand still Through your city in a [?] filled wicked no doubt, so don't speak when I flex my techniques Styles from the underground blast through your speakers rocking the [?] cabin white sneakers [?] Pip the style-o, preach for top dollar, unleash the beef hollar And my clique be so sick, quick to get a fist up and MC test we best believe he's getting ripped up Inflict the [?], inflict the verbal sticker jacking your mic punk [?] Charging at full speed my stampede smashing on [?] [?] for your headphones and cracking your neck to Randam Luck on the set [?] we don't respect you It's fucking Murda Nigga you ain't ready for us It's fucking Murda [?] It's fucking Murda Starting to make your headphones bump we make your heads bang so hard people thinking you nuts It's fucking Murda Nigga you ain't ready for us It's fucking Murda [?] It's fucking Murda Starting to make your headphones bump we make your heads bang so hard people thinking you nuts [Verse 2] Ayo My corporation straight [?] evil, sold my [?] We exploit the most lethal Unveiled the man in the [?] [?] he's a weasel the fact he living fat like a [?] Push ya [?] in a black [?] he track you down to the ground like [?] Mi amigo, hes's calling lives to flip a kilo, hit the strippin Vegas and lives his life in casinos Man I get my point across like a needle, speaking my language requires that you bilingual Plus my aim is the same as a [?] I shit on y'all on the top for your car window Invest the endo press, the Nintendo from the stretch limo [?] see the smoke signals Fuck a [?] stain simple Random Luck commit murder on your mental It's fucking Murda Nigga you ain't ready for us It's fucking Murda [?] It's fucking Murda Starting to make your headphones bump we make your heads bang so hard people thinking you nuts It's fucking Murda Nigga you ain't ready for us It's fucking Murda [?] It's fucking Murda Starting to make your headphones bump we make your heads bang so hard people thinking you nuts [Verse 3] I'm like God spitting 16 bars a [?] With the chains of hell bounded to my [?] I keep the world spinning killer with these concrete fists So when I grab the mic [?] like flies on shit I'll fucking murder you [?] player you ain't ready Like Muhammad in its prime my hand skills are deadly With the 1, 2, shatter your jaw, fists are an all star Cannibals tearing down the enemies' [?] With more skills than a Kung Fu flick, I hit you quick My round-house kick is like a concrete brick I'll fucking [?], pull the gun out and fuck your [?] Tell you run out, then load another clip for the next bout Swinging for the [?], your talk is cheap I'm fucking bombing on you cowards like its WWIII I'm organized like crime figures [?] like Jesse [?]