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Murda Murda Lyrics

[Intro]


(sample)


Out in the street


They call it murder





[Juelz Santana] + (sample)


Up (in the street)


Gun tucked (in the street)


Niggaz front (in the street)


Get bucked and (they call it murder)


Up (in the street)


Gun tucked (in the street)


Buck buck and (they call it murder)





[Chorus: Juelz Santana]


Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to)


Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to)


Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to)


Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets





[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]


I stay up


My gun tucked


I gives a fuck


So, welcome to jamrock


No, welcome to my damn block


Where the slugs and cans pop


For the ones and tan rocks


Kids play in the sandbox


Other kids


Lay in boxes with sandtops


You can't stop this


Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder shit, this


Servin', servin', se-servin', servin', se-servin' bricks, we


Purchase, purchase, pu-purchase, and purchase, purchase whips, we


Swervin, swervin, sw-swervin, swervin, on purpose, bitch


Try to stop me, you ain't, kid


Try to pop me, you can't live


If so, you'll need an oxygen tank, shit


And for those bucks


I'm no punk


I'm Scarface, coked up, you know what


(+sniff+) I think I need another hit


(+sniff+) You know who you fuckin' with





[Chorus] - 2X





[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]


I bang


I slang


My nuts hang, yup


So don't get it confused or fucked up


My dudes will jump up


The ruger, dump dump, bup bup


And (they call it murder)


Act stupid, the gat's shootin (+gunshot+)


We'll leave you there, leave you square


Box style, box style, he who dares (dares)


Don't play


Be calm now, calm down cuz


We all know you're not a killa killa gorilla, man


Y'all know I get that scrilla scrilla f'reala, fam


Catch me in the chinchilla all through the winter, man


Never catch me trippin', slippin', and kill me, damn


I show the hood love


They show me love back


And the hood is where my heart is, so I love that


Nah, you can't keep a black man down


I'm worldwide, Harlem's own, Manhattan bound


AY





[Chorus] - 2X





[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]


Killa, killa, more killin' killin' for killa killa


Feel the deal, the chinchillas, they can fit on gorillas


Santana, bananas, clip bananas, wrapped in bandannas


Hammers, hammers, no cameras, you'll be runnin to nana (nana nana)


Nana nana Santana, he be holding berettas


Killa killa kills civilians, you know I'm no better


Mo' betta' betta', cheddar cheddar, you'll be dead on your lever


For cheddar cheddar, heads we sever, go get it together


Get it together, now now get my pape's right


Come through late night


I know what it tastes like (what's that?)


Some good coke, dawg, go get your face pipe


Put on my Laker jersey, then I go rape white (number 8)


You got G ma, I got G too, shit


She wanna fly G-4, won't fly G-2 (nope)


Need ten thousand, you won't get a G, boo


Only G you gettin' is me, O.G., trueness





[OUTRO: Juelz Santana] + (Cam'Ron)


(Murder, murder)


Haha, haha


I told you


I told you you niggaz was in trouble man


DipSet (murda)


The new season has officially begun (murda)


Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay