Murdah Lyrics

Murdah lyrics

Murdah is out of control/ Murdah just let it blow (It blow)/ Word up if you
bucked a mothafucka down for taken ya dough (Taken ya dough...) nigga







-Bizzy Bone-



Know this liquor prolly killin my liver/ The villian is still in effect/ And I
buck this motherfucker down, live and direct/ Hey, what I'ma chastise my momma?
Demand the respect, get up and strategize bitches cryin like they never wept/
Slept in the gutter with no tech, I'm still in the dungeon/ Bitch I never left,
pass that sticky icky ganja/ Creep on ah come up, I crept and I came/ Respect
the dead game, remember ta let ya nuts hang, often, matter of fact I'ma do mine
all day/ I don't sniff coke, I like to make money/ Put the fiends in the room,
who's hungry? Cut from the cloth they cut me black cherry weed/ Cherokee
Indians based in Cleveland, thuggin and thievin till I'm the last one breathin/
Only one believin is that Seventh Sign Saga/ Fresh and remodeled, plush like
Ramada now, holy like Ramadan, a momma's smile/ Capo, my nigga what/ Nigga
execution always my guns is crippin cuz, P.B.D. posse/ I roll with Rasu, Nina
Ross, and Skails, Rhythm and Ghetto, Rosiah, 7th Sign murda em all, yep...



And like little Capo-Confuscious say 'Nigga I'll kill for you.'











-Chorus -







-Prince Rasu-



We can't get fucked, baby, take precaution fo' sho'/ They say that nigga Gotti
quiet , better fire of a Calico/ Bastard, I'm a animal/ My guradians was
avenues/ My Lord be my shepherd, but I swarms for collatoral/ Who can I trust?
Where can I turn? When will it all end? I'm suited up in Timberland boots,
Regime marchin' God damnit I'm a grown man, time to take my own stand/ Fuck the
federations, my heart is racin' like grown mens/ Fucked with the anger built up
from years of stress, killers and haters surround me daily, no fears of death/
I hear the breaths of angels and demons fightin' over my soul/ Lord, just give
me the path through this bloodbath and it's on, Lord/ Roll all haters, out my
zone when it's goin' down/ Ride with the 7th Sign/ Violate, we gone clown/ Four
pounds be safe in the streets of the showdown/ Love to Gambino, you the chief,
dog/ Chi-town youngsta







-Chorus-







-Josiah Rasu-



Cock back and blast, knockin sparks up out they ass/ Makin marks come off that
cast, nigga you know what it is, think I'm serious/ Then heart attack, missles
aimed straight at where the fuck your heart is at/ Fix cement or get hit, how
hard is that, to comprehend, I'm tryin to be gone before them souljahs come
marchin in/ You blue suit wearin faggets with badges'll get the flux, I don't
give a fuck who you are we can send this motherfucker up/ Crucifixion come
quickly come and get me Mister Reeper/ I ain't scared to die/ I'm all like more
than willin, the more the real the more that feel it, so I'ma stay real until my
heart stop/ My reflection with hoes, the essence of the hard-knock life/ I am
the light, and if you miss us then u misses haven't heard of murder/ Then you
don't know of pain, my veins bleed the same blood of the motherfuckers who
murdered my momma so I'm a natural born killa/ Than I, there was no cap
peelas







-Chorus -







-H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-



Me and my Comptons' monster mashin' mobsters/ Analyzin' we done plottin'/ Plans
in progress; Rap game held hostage/ Ransom, trillion dollars/ Low tolerence/
Suspect; Armed and dangerous, violent tendency's/ The industry stick up,
Kingpin Capo Regime/ Bend on your knees, duck tape and tied down, follow my
lead or everyone shot, bleed/ Squeeze round after round, empty shells hit ots
the ground/ Told you we ain't fuckin' around/ Strictly about our business on
some gangsta shit, no bank account/ Money talks, greedy hogs walk the plank/
Negotiatin' our way, uh, forget the deal/ Your record labels' sorry but your
phony ass superstars carbon copied, indistiguished, no identity/ Raise up off
these N-U-T's, cock suckin' nigga, please/ We ain't dealin' with no Jerry
Hellers, hell no/ Call us the money makers, pullin' capers/ Baby momma need
that paper/ Get up off your ass, can't be no couch potato/ Only gets greater
later/ Better believe in playa haters, see