Murda

aye Duke Deuce

What the ** these ** talkin' 'bout man?

aye they got us **ed up

Y-R-N

Money, paper, racks, cash, blue hunnids, guapanese

Foreign **, suckin', **in' got 'em all, on they knees

All my ** totin' pistols, even with felonies (huh)

And they shoot 'em like a camera, **, saye cheese (huh)

I know ** bangin, Bloods, Crips, and some G's (huh)

And I got them shooters 'cross the country, overseas

These Percocet tens got me geekin', feel like Hercules

It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season (what?

)

It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season (murda)

Them young ** killin, hurtin' ** for no reason (brrah)

Free my brothers down the road, locked up but still eatin' (free Weezy)

And they'll still never ever fold, when the judge ain't no pleadin'

It's just me and Duke Deuce (Duke Deuce)

We got beat a ** ** 'till he turn black & blue (boom boom)

See the opps we gon' shoot (blatt)

All these dead bodies **, recognize who was who (who's who)

YRN got her spooked, I came in with the gang

so I'ma pull up with the troops (gang)

And I ain't ever gon' switch (nah), and my ** wiped your nose

Just know we in cahoots (**!

)

Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda (Murda)

These ** gangsta poppin' **, until we turn 'em (what?

)

Into **, yes we keep that fire, we gon' burn 'em (blatt)

No you can't buy them stripes **, gotta earn 'em

Money, paper, racks, cash, blue hunnids, guapanese

Foreign **, suckin', **in' got 'em all, on they knees

All my ** totin' pistols, even with felonies (huh)

And they shoot 'em like a camera, **, saye cheese (huh)

I know ** bangin, Bloods, Crips, and some G's (huh)

And I got them shooters 'cross the country, overseas

These Percocet tens got me geekin', feel like Hercules (what the **?

)

It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season (aye, aye)

1-2-3-4 trappers up in my bando

5-6-7-8 sticks 'till a ** better get low (uh)

You think I'm Duke Deuces, it's Memphis

Makin' easy money and pimpin' (and pimpin')

Whole 'lotta robbin and dealin' (and dealin')

Man everybody here killin' (everybody here killin')

I heat up, and beat up the block

I G up, and keep up, to re-up the stock (re-up the stock)

(look what) look what I am, what you're not, the people

they eat up, 'cause all my ** hot (all my ** hot)

Uh, I'm out with no fours, my ice is cold

his ice-cream rocky road (it's rocky road)

Stick to the code, I never fold, I put that on the fours (poverty) (yeah)

Uh, you can see in a ** eyes, some hungry, don't bother me (grr)

Uh, ** ** with me they gon' hide lil' home

Yeah my nuts hangin', ain't no gangbangin',

why the ** you shootin' if you ain't aimin'?

(bap, bap)

Goin' one fifty in a Hell Cat (skrrt),

with the red seats like a dark angel (what the **?

)

Money, paper, racks, cash, blue hunnids, guapanese (aye, aye)

Foreign **, suckin', **in' got 'em all, on they knees

All my ** totin' pistols, even with felonies (huh)

And they shoot 'em like a camera, **, saye cheese (huh)

I know ** bangin, Bloods, Crips, and some G's (huh)

And I got them shooters 'cross the country, overseas

These Percocet tens got me geekin', feel like Hercules

It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season