Murda (feat. Fettuccini, Hitchcock & Max YB)
Young Gizzle
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When the gun blows, when the shots fall, when the smoke clears We'll be right here, its gon be a Murda When the gun blows, when the shots fall, when the smoke clears We'll be right here, its gon be a Murda Sex, money & murder my niggas know about it All that talkin aint heard of niggas gon blow about it RIP Revenue, my nigga was so about it Swear its a war outside, cant leave ya home without it I done lost so many niggas in the field Probably why im always high, smoking weed and popping pills All I know is homicide, survival when shit get real Youngin told me f*ck a job, too many opps to go drill Now its man down, cause these niggas dont respect nothing but that blam sound Through whatever im standing up i never stand down Shots fired if I dont feel niggas, its like a full-time job not to kill niggas Born in dirty Jersey City i know real killers, this Chilltown but aint no chill with us Pour liqour for all the homies thats gone i know they still with us When Smoke clear, I'll be there with some real hitters When the gun blows, when the shots fall, when the smoke clears We'll be right here, its gon be a Murda When the gun blows, when the shots fall, when the smoke clears We'll be right here, its gon be a Murda Murda that was all that she wrote, they got the whole thing 365 days we sending all pain When the gun blows, shots fall niggas is hopeless Shooter yes he's strapped with a beam, his aim is focus Its gon be a Murda, we aint showing no love we just messing shit up Its gon be a Murda, we aint showing no love we just messing shit up Its gon Be a Murda Yeah, you popping pills I prefer to drink On my third body, Irv Gotti how i murder ink Learn to think 'for i let the gun blow, gung-ho When i play the block like Mutumbo, i keep one hundo With a dumb flow that you lackin soldier Off the rip you get stripped like acetone Give a f*ck about the beats that you rapping over Im a technician, set tripping like Casanova Pack a black nine 'for the lord take us Black on black crime guess we all racists We caught cases in Northfaces , now we off to the horse races Cause everybody's a thoroughbred, i get love in my city i dont care what your borough said I clap you then clap him then clap daughter that order, put led in him like tap water When the gun blows, when the shots fall, when the smoke clears We'll be right here, its gon be a Murda When the gun blows, when the shots fall, when the smoke clears We'll be right here, its gon be a Murda
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