Cam'Ron — Murda Murda lyrics

Lyrics

Out in the street
They call it murder
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)
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
I stay up (in the city)
My gun tucked (in the city)
I gives a fuck (in the city)
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
I think I need another hit
You know who you fuckin' with
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
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (murda) (I'm 'bout
to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (murda) (I'm 'bout
to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (murda)
I bang (in the streets)
I slang (in the streets)
My nuts hang (in the streets)
YUP, so don’t get it confused or fucked up My dudes will jump up The ruger, duck duck, buck buck
And (they call it murder)
Act stupid, the gat’s shootin
We’ll leave you there, leave you square
Box style, boxed out, he who dares (dares)
Don’t play
Be calm now, calm down, cuz
We all know you’re not a (killa killa gorilla, man)
Yeah I know I get that (scrilla scrilla f’reala, fam)
Catch me in the (chinchilla all through the winter, man)
Never catch me (trippin', slippin', it 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 (I'm bout ta.)
AYE
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 leather
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 base 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. true and that’s…
(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