Murda (feat. Cory Gunz, Capo & Junior Reid)

Starting, why?

Why?

Why?

Yeah

First-degree murder

Beg them nuh push it further

This a nuh beef, we make burger

The youths, dem strapped with dem burner

Uh, real niggas say soowoo

And such and such killed such and such

The streets talk, and bullshit walks on crutches, but it's strut to strut

Niggas panic, button pressing

The end is coming, count your blessings

We living in the day and time where the Ten Commandments are now suggestions

How depressing, how infested

Click-clack, pow, intestines

Bad bitches in flower dresses with tight pussies

I found the crevice

AK bullets move mountains

Break them bitches down to pebbles

That tough talk is like music to my ears, so keep it a capella

Based on a true story

We not worried, y'all too worried

I faced my fears and told them, motherfuckers, y'all too gorgeous

Dread head from New Orleans

Where the youth dem got two choices

Shoot, or get shot, or a nigga choose for you

We murdered them

First-degree murder

Beg dem nuh push it further

This a nuh beef, we make burger

The youths, dem strapped with dem burner

First-degree murder

Beg dem nuh push it further

This a nuh beef, we make burger

'Cause the youths, dem strapped with dem burner

Yo, Tune point, and I'm dusting niggas

I ain't talking lacing no marijuana

Soon as I hatched, I reigned like a quail

And gave two fucks, I ain't a koala

My uncle gangsta, but I make him nervous

All he see in my face is murder

Waste a burner is my waste a furnace

I pace and turn, and she'll face the thermos

First birthday wish was getting caked up

Shoot a nigga, wake up on the wake-up

Lay down in a model, bitch, A-cup

Then I put pearls in a bitch like Jacob

Play tough, tape off of this tape-up

Race off like some motherfuckin' makeup

Take off, looking for something to take up

Get the paper, or you goin' in the paper?

Not horoscopes, but in the horror scope

Pray to God you see tomorrow, nope

They gave my nigga 30 for a jar of dope

But do a nigga dirty with a bar of soap

Blowing so much, you sneezing dick

Believe in me, I don't believe in shit

Y'all pinching pennies? I'm squeezing drip

It's Young Money 'til I'm in the freezer stiff, bitch

First-degree murder

Beg them nuh push it further

This a nuh beef, we make burger

The youths, dem strapped with dem burner

First-degree murder

Beg dem nuh push it further

This a nuh beef, we make burger

'Cause the youths, dem strapped with dem burner

It's all about the money, nigga, fuck the fame

Where we come from, shots ring, nigga, broad day (starting, why?)

Lil' Woadie said he had a chance, he'd do this shit again

Poppin' pills for the pain, but still won't feel a thing

It's deeper than this rap, I'm in the back soaking game

Cartier frames got 'em looking at me strange

Why pre mostly heard, and I'm rarely sane?

Low-key can still get a brick off my name

Now I'ma tell you this here for my youngin' 'nem

The same ones I hung the corners with, do numbers with

If it ever was a problem, watch 'em pull up quick

Caught an L sticking to the script, you know I switched

We now switch

First-degree murder

Beg dem nuh push it further

This a nuh beef, we make burger

The youths, dem strapped with dem burner

First-degree murder

Beg dem nuh push it further

This a nuh beef, we make burger

'Cause the youths, dem strapped with dem burner

Starting, why?

Why?

Why?