Letras
Yeah
We about money and Murda
What ehe fuck y'all wanna do?
Either pass that paper
Or we gonna have to kill you
It's like that, nigga
Don't question why
'Cause when it's Murda, motherfucker
Everybody gotta die
Die motherfucker, die
Die motherfucker, die
Die motherfucker, die
Die motherfucker, die
Yeah, money ain't never been nothing, I hit the block if this shit get ugly
And it ain't never been in my heart to let niggas thug me
Hit the dealer and cop a drop if the eyes is buggy
And pull up in front of the spot 'cause the mommies love me
(It's gangsta), yeah, and ain't no nigga gone match me
Stocky, chubby nigga voice real raspy
I see you real flashy (but that ain't gone last, nigga)
Pop fire off shots (and that's your ass, nigga)
It's war now, that's why I keep the four with long nozzle
Six hundred bad bitch on it, holding down the throttle
And fuck that beef shit, 'cause some beef won't die
And some niggas will say they gangsta, but they won't ride
So, while it's hard for you to decide, I'll let it fly
40 shots hit your ride up, hit the tropics and hide up
Under palm tree's to white sand, everything is a price, man
You snipe when bullets are piping hot
When it's your flesh, it begin warming you
Now die motherfucker, die, 'cause I'm tired of warning you
Yeah, we here now (die motherfucker)
Don't be scared now (die motherfucker)
Black Child, I'm off parole, it's Murda now
In a hood near you about to burn it down
Word to God, it feels like I'm from every hood
'Cause when you ghetto, you ghetto with gats you good
Sell cracks if you could, bust your gat when you should
It's for my blacks from the bricks back to Inglewood
We eat together, nigga, fuck the crossroads
In this world, my flow is another lost soul
My shit sounds like shots from a four pound
To these bitch clowns, it's war now
It's all about paper, that's my issue
Fuck peace, you can have a piece of the pistol
Everybody gon' die but nobody want dead
(Die motherfucker, die), it's your life