Nicki Minaj - Murda Murda Lyrics
Out in the streetThey call it murderUp (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 streetsI stay upMy gun tuckedI gives a *****So, welcome to jamrockNo, welcome to my damn blockWhere the slugs and cans popFor the ones and tan rocksKids play in the sandboxOther kidsLay in boxes with sandtopsYou can't stop thisMurder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder shit, thisServin', servin', se-servin', servin', se-servin' bricks, wePurchase, purchase, pu-purchase, and purchase, purchase whips, weSwervin, swervin, sw-swervin, swervin, on purpose, *****Try to stop me, you ain't, kidTry to pop me, you can't liveIf so, you'll need an oxygen tank, shitAnd for those bucksI'm no punkI'm Scarface, coked up, you know what[Sniff] I think I need another hit[Sniff] You know who you *****in' withI bangI slangMy nuts hang, yupSo don't get it confused or *****ed upMy dudes will jump upThe ruger, dump dump, bup bupAnd (they call it murder)Act stupid, the gat's shootin [gunshot]We'll leave you there, leave you squareBox style, box style, he who dares (dares)Don't playBe calm now, calm down cuzWe all know you're not a killa killa gorilla, manY'all know I get that scrilla scrilla f'reala, famCatch me in the chinchilla all through the winter, manNever catch me trippin', slippin', and kill me, damnI show the hood loveThey show me love backAnd the hood is where my heart is, so I love thatNah, you can't keep a black man downI'm worldwide, Harlem's own, Manhattan boundAYKilla, killa, more killin' killin' for killa killaFeel the deal, the chinchillas, they can fit on gorillasSantana, bananas, clip bananas, wrapped in bandannasHammers, hammers, no cameras, you'll be runnin to nana (nana nana)Nana nana Santana, he be holding berettasKilla killa kills civilians, you know I'm no betterMo' betta' betta', cheddar cheddar, you'll be dead on your leverFor cheddar cheddar, heads we sever, go get it togetherGet it together, now now get my pape's rightCome through late nightI know what it tastes like (what's that?)Some good coke, dawg, go get your face pipePut on my Laker jersey, then I go rape white (number 8)You got G ma, I got G too, shitShe wanna fly G-4, won't fly G-2 (nope)Need ten thousand, you won't get a G, booOnly G you gettin' is me, O.G., truenessHaha, hahaI told youI told you you niggaz was in trouble manDipSet (murda)The new season has officially begun (murda)Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
