Murda (Busta Rhymes feat. Bilal)

Murder, murder, murder, murder

They say they're comin' back tonight

They won't be talkin', they're lookin' for a fight

It's good we're hunting

Swear if I make it out alive, I gotta change this life

I'm too old for dodging bullets

And you see the look that's in his eyes, he's thinkin' somethin'

He won't stop movin' 'round, he's holdin' somethin'

Man, I said somethin' just ain't right

Been waitin' all this time

It's comin', it's comin', it's comin', it's comin'

It's comin', it's comin', it's comin', it's comin'

Murder, murder

Murder, murder, murder, murder

It's always when it's too late, you already know you're fucked

Until now, you never used the words you should've so much

I know you did a lot of shit, certain things you ain't proud of

Certain situations God won't even help you get out of

Difficult for you to breathe, you lookin' strange in the mirror

Right at your own reflections like you're gettin' pale in the picture

Heartbeat speedin' irregular, thinkin' 'bout your kids now

That signal on the celly, overthinkin' what you did now

But in the moment, itchy finger niggas black

But it's too late to be thinkin' about your kids after the fact

I don't wanna be the voice in your head

But I assure you, homie, where there's

Niggas in front of the club waitin' for you

Blood flowin' through the vein and in abundance, thoughts racin'

Options minimal on how to approach the situation

So what you wanna do? What you gonna do?

Better hope somebody is prayin' for you

They say they're comin' back tonight

They won't be talkin', they're lookin' for a fight

It's good we're hunting

Swear if I make it out alive, I gotta change this life

I'm too old for dodging bullets

And you see the look that's in his eyes, he's thinkin' somethin'

He won't stop movin' 'round, he's holdin' somethin'

Man, I said somethin' just ain't right

Been waitin' all this time

It's comin', it's comin', it's comin', it's comin'

It's comin', it's comin', it's comin', it's comin'

Murder, murder

Murder, murder, murder, murder

Such a fightin' emotion when a nigga feel like a goner

Thoughts travel faster than light when you're trapped in a corner

Anxiety starts attackin' 'til you're drippin' with water

Sweat trickles cold from manic depressive disorder

See, you don't listen 'til you done ran in a wall, killer

'Til you crossed the line and learned

You done fucked with the wrong nigga

See, the weakness of most you do is that you ponder on your mishap

Callin' the police, tryna report it to the dispatch

This shit is kinda mismatched, if I'm not mistaken

That ain't the way niggas who bang handle the situations

You niggas that ain't built for the shit that you do

Fuck around and then end up bitin' off more than you can chew

Then a couple of shots blew

Even the hardest niggas turn into targets when unloadin' the cartridge

But what's new? So what you gonna do? What you gonna do?

I really hope somebody is prayin' for you

They say they're comin' back tonight

They won't be talkin', they're lookin' for a fight

It's good we're hunting

Swear if I make it out alive, I gotta change this life

I'm too old for dodging bullets

And you see the look that's in his eyes, he's thinkin' somethin'

He won't stop movin' 'round, he's holdin' somethin'

Man, I said somethin' just ain't right

Been waitin' all this time

It's comin', it's comin', it's comin', it's comin'

It's comin', it's comin', it's comin', it's comin'

Murder, murder

Murder, murder, murder, murder